Don Status - Guru, Styles P

Solar on the triddack

Get ready niggas

You know what time it is

You ain’t really ready for war nigga

Blow your head off when it come through the door nigga

That’s the shit that happen when you fuck with a raw nigga

Ghost and the Guru, get ready for more nigga

From the night life, to the daily hustle

Seems everything’s a gamble like the daily double

While I spit on tracks, in mathematical codes

Recognize I’ve done it all, even had a few lows

Had many highs too, hurt many lives too

If you’ve got heart like me, there ain’t many like you

I’m that neighborhood hero, that brother who cares

Since the hood’s under attack I’m that brother who’s there

Gully modern day prophet misunderstood like Jesus

With a sword like Muhammad, equipped with telekenesis

More patience than Job, liberatin the globe

With the tangible truth that you’ve been waitin to hold

I’ve been set up, blazed at, and scarred up

Had long talks with myself, slept on benches, barred up

That’s far enough, can’t let it go no more

Don status, no weakness to show no more

— repeat 2X

It’s the Ghost and the Guru; whoever wanna try

Get fried when he die put his face in a mural

Nigga I assure you, you can get hit with the 4−2

I’m rougher than the seafloor of coral (I'm rough~!)

Nice with a sword like Zorro

Swing 'til your head look red and your legs look red

Cause I’m tryin to get bread just like Stella D’oro

Mask and the glove in the glovebox

I rap now but still take time to run, up in the drug spot (yeah)

Strike like a stick in the matchbook (strike)

I ain’t in the wagon cause I like how the hatch look

I like how the pump and the Mac look, when I open it up

Spark can open you up, and see how your back look

The kid that come down with the slow flow, don’t fuck with him

Get gunned down with a fo'-fo' for touchin him

I’m hustlin, into makin other niggas sufferin

— repeat 2X

Ghost…