Take A Rest - Gang Starr

«Now what you hear is not a test»

«Now what you hear is not a test»

«Now what you hear is not a test»

«Now what you hear is not a test»

Well goodness gracious, let me just take this

Time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this

For you and yours, simply because

Some MCs have luck but suck

So I pluck 'em like feathers on the back of a chicken

'Cause I’m mad like a pit when my man says, «sic 'em»

Positive is the mindstate, but it could still mean that

I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap

Suckers they forced me to knock 'em all out and

They think they know things like what I’m about and

They try to analyze, criticize, scandalize

The outcome is death, don’t ask me to sympathize

Realize that I’m not to be played with

I’ll flip so fast you won’t know I’m the same kid

I’m tired and fed with all the weak stuff said

All the phony-baloney that went out like Pro-Keds

You’ve got no leads, so you shoot blanks

It’s me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks

Bankin' my money, and investin' it wisely

Snatchin' up chumps when they try to sneak by me

I’m the dominant one, call me the prominent one

And as I’m speakin' I’ll be bombin' the dumb

Deaf and blind 'cause I was born with a sharp mind

Eatin' MCs with ease like it’s lunchtime

Or crunchtime, when they get done without warning

I’ll bust that butt from nighttime 'til morning

Your song’s boring, and so I’m scoring

Much points 'cause when it’s time to throw joints

I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage

I invade the stage, and make you get off

The force is like a .38 blowin' your head off

And that’s just in case you might be wearin' a vest

'Cause you’re simply a pest in this mess, I suggest you

«Take a rest»

«If this meaning doesn’t manifest, put it to rest»

«If this meaning doesn’t manifest, put it to rest»

Don’t ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here

Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear

And concise with a nice dope voice and

Killin' the fakes like a taste of some poison

Punks are thinkin' they’re all of that, their voices are all flat

They’re findin' their names in a wack rapper’s almanac

Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose

I’ll seek out a better sound to somethin' Premier plays

Days will go by, and soon you’ll know why

MCs like me will rise like the Enterprise

Starship, headin' straight for the target

Destination, a place where no perpetration

Is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain

How some MCs are scared to ride on a 4 train

Or any other train in the city for that matter

Playin' a role that they stole like a batter

But I know they ain’t so I’ll paint the real picture

My vocals go solo and like a bolo I’ll hit ya

Square in your face, I’ll crack the ribs in your chest

'Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best

You fessed 'cause you guessed people would be impressed

I’m gonna bust that bubble on the double

«Take a rest»

Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out

Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out

But you can’t blame me for bringin' disaster

With all these ducks claimin' that they’re the masters

Only thing they mastered is how to get wacker

As I roll uphill they roll downhill faster

Now they’re wondering how they lost their touch

Wanna buy my rhymes but mine cost too much

I’m the innovative one, call me the creative one

And I won’t stop 'til the job is done

All the slobs just run when I come to get some

'Cause they know better than to challenge this go-getter

They get bust, you can trust 'cause I won’t let a

Booty-ass rapper get wins against me?

I guarantee that I won’t act friendly

'Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on

Their girls get kissed on while they get flipped on

I slaughter and slay or slap 'em up quick

'Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick

No substance, no value, but nevertheless

They’re gettin' daytime play but I still say they should «take a rest»

(DJ Premier cuts «take a rest» for four bars, then song fades)