[bad word] 
Ah so now ya got me [bad word] off, blast off lift off
Time for me to twist off a vocal fist off
Into your domepiece, Homepeace, I heard your chick wants to bone me
I get, wild [bad word]  respected like Bugsy
Don't even ask me, cause I'm livin lovely
Born to succeed, foes bleed, [bad word] indeed
The [bad word] will romp that, you're one of my seeds
When I first, busted on the scene [bad word]  you knew I had more than a gangsta lean
I mean my lean is gangsta though so check it
I'll stick an MC for his spot and sign in blood on his wack record
Boo-ya-ka, to your face as [bad word] ya
Clown ya, dumbfound ya, while I'm screwin the [bad word] out cha girl as she steps into my world
I'm not the tallest, but that [bad word] I'll polish
And if the [bad word] her mouth she gets cut off
But then you'll sweat her, cause like my leather you're butter soft
Your style stinks kid, ya garbage
And if you keep talkin [bad word]  I'mma make ya pay homage
Cause the to the U to the R-U, came too far to
Let you slide through, rhymes will scar you
And who the [bad word] are you anyway?
I catch more wreck in a minute than if you rhyme for ten days
Throw the cash in the pot
You betta dash [bad word]  cause I'm blowin up the spot

"I'm bout to blow the [bad word] up"
* Premier scratches *
 [bad word] 
No ex-capin the explosion, those who are dozin, I close in
Set the thermostat at sub-zero, they're frozen
Extreme temperatures from my mic, stuns amateurs
Unable to conquer the Gang, I ain't mad at cha
Peace to [bad word]  the Big Shug and the Group Home
Keepin it real, no playin niggas or chrome
I'm way past the kid [bad word]  brothers already did [bad word] You want some props? Yo dog, here's a biscuit
I'm a smooth [bad word] and my groove's bigga, move [bad word] And we don't care who's wit cha, got the picture?
And you don't wanna hear the burners go pop
Gang Starr [bad word]  what, blowin up the spot

"I'm bout to blow the [bad word] up"
* Premier scratches *
 [bad word] 
I go from one format then switch to the next
Reflex sets the pitch vocals rip through projects
Crazy shouts are heard all around
Cause the GangStarr sound carries more weight per pound
I got some brand new Timbs, so emcees sing new hymns
You betta [bad word] correct, represent
Or get stomped, smacked and slapped, cap peeled back
I got you open, and now you cling to my sac
Get off, hands off, stay off, you're way off
You rookie [bad word] it's the finals not the playoffs
I'll break you up into particles, to small pieces
Because your brain is miniscule
You little [bad word] learn the tools of the trade
I made [bad word] so go to school and get played
Just when you're thinkin that your jam is hot
Up steps the niggas who be blowin up the spot