Royalty lyrics

[Intro: Greg Nice "DWYCK" sample – scratched by Premier]
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that"
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like dat"
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that"
"Gang Starr" "Represent"

[Verse 1: Guru]
One of the meanest and the cleanest
And still, I'm kind of fiendish when I'm at this
Been doin' this for eons, peons best to catch this
Vision of excellence, precise rappin' ability
'Bout to make some dead presidents – mackin' a million, G
The money, though – it's got people acting funny, yo
As soon as some n*ggas get some light, they be like dummies, yo
Products and puppets and pawns, gettin' played out
When authentic n*ggas step up – respect be laid out
Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector
Live and direct, wavin' my mic like a sceptor
Supreme exalted, universal leader
Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer
The overlord, cream of the crop, crème de la crème
Spent years building with cats in the streets–so they my men
Again – Gang Starr has done it
Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it
Check it, the ground be hot under our feet
So we be listenin' to beats to keep the cypher complete
Whether you kids be holdin' on the block all day
Or you be puffin' lye out in the back hallway
Or whether you be in school, or in the library
Wherever you are, baby paw, realize that your essence–
Is divine, son, and let it shine, son, as we refine, son
Ayo, this sh*t'll blow your mind, son – we're royalty
[Hook: K-Ci and JoJo]
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I won't accept nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I won't accept nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I just wanna stand out from all the rest

[Verse 2: Guru]
And all the girls, they want to spoil me
My honey anoints me with oils, G
After work, she greets me, and treats me like royalty
Works with me, giving herself, by my side
She don't sweat me for loot, my fame, or my ride
A lot of ladies out there be looking lovely
But they don't got no control of their life – inside, they're ugly
Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert
Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head j*rk
Chicks go berserk when they see us in the spot
K-Ci, JoJo ,and Preemo–creepin' to the top
And to the sweethearts out there breakin' hearts
While we're taking part of this hip-hop art –
Listen, yo – the best way, it ain't always the fast way
And yes, the best way, it ain't always to act nasty
I'll open up the door always, before you pass me
Baby doll, because you're royalty
[Hook: K-Ci and JoJo]
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I won't accept nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I have to stand out from all the rest
Whatever I do, wherever I go
I won't accept nothin' less than the best
Whatever I choose, I choose to do
I just wanna stand out from all the rest

[Outro: Greg Nice]
"Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot"
"And it's like that"

[Break: K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing]

[Outro: A PSA from DJ Premier]
To whom it may concern –
This goes out, to anybody, who’s doing the bullsh*t – straight up

Yo... everybody’s calling me, my lawyer, everybody on this
"Yo, did you scratch 'such-and-such name', or 'this, that, and the third', on the record for a hook?"
Y’all keep calling me on that sh*t – and y’all supposed to be Hip-Hoppers and all that?
And letting the industry control the rules of the Hip-Hop world that we made?
Y’all need to knock that sh*t off!
That’s some greedy-ass, fake bullsh*t!
Knock that sh*t off, for real!
Y'know'm sayin'?
And when that sh*t come and slap you in the face, yknowhatImsayin?
That greed? I’ma be right there, laughing at y’all…
And one other thing –
What’s the deal with you break-record cats, putting out all the original records that we sample from, and snitching by putting us on the back of it, saying we used stuff?
You know how that go!
Stop doing that, y’all are violatin' – straight up and down!
Word up, man, I’m sick of this sh*t
Y’all muthaf*ckas really don’t know what this Hip-Hop is all about
So, while you keep on faking the funk – 
We gonna keep on walkin' through the darkness, carryin' our torches

Underground will live forever, baby
We just like roaches – never dying, always living…

And on that note, let's get back to the program…