Guru- the legend, the inspiring pioneer has died. He will be greatly, greatly missed.
I floss my rhymes like dentals
My mental’s presidential
From the wild ghetto districts to the plush residential
Essential would be the message that I send you
I meant to, elevate at every venue
Pops told me to pursue what is true
And nothing other
And each day I pave the way for troops of younger brothers
Bob your head to it.
There’s water you’ve been lead to it.
Bathe in it, a long time you’ve been craving it.
Prance to it, use your 3rd eye and glance through it.
Your state of being becoming advanced through it.
While the others rhyme with no reason I be breezin’
The mics, I’m seizin them then I try them for treason.
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