Gang Starr - Glowing Mics (Founders RMX)

Lyrics

I destroy the mic for my glow
(You know we gotta do it again Shug)
You know— You— You know—
(Sons and fathers)
You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg (Remix)
I destroy the mic for my glow (Yes)
You— You— You know it's backwards to go against God, dawg (That's right)
That explains how we rock (Guru)

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do
So true, classic like the Fu Manchu
Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title
Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital
Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this
I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this
Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom
The bomb, these misfits just don't belong

Off-top, I go for the head pop
You got your chest protected so you still get dropped
Bedrock, just like Barney and Fred
Mister Gang Starr, comin' with a army of heads
Your charm is now dead, they tired of you
Not any of 'em gonna ask what you were tryna do
I'm fryin' a few domes, just like I do catfish
Got 'em doin' backflips, this ain't gymnastics
This drastic for foes, I got 'em walkin' on tippy toes
Ballerina style, you don't wanna see the ninas, child
Meanwhile, mister Gang Starr relates
Not commercial, yet still I'm one of the greats
Controversial like your favorite emcee debates
I'm classic like a break comin' straight out the crate
Fresh out the gate again, time to fill my plate again
It's mister Gang to the Starr, I'm the latest trend

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do
So true, classic like the Fu Manchu
Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title
Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital
Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this
I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this
Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom
The bomb, these misfits just don't belong (Let's go)

Big Shug the Gang of the Starr
Guru shot gun I'm the driver of the car
Lame 
Whack rhyme terminator
Gang Starr's intimidator
Rough rhyme generator
Always protect our street legacy
Never made excuses for the gangsta in me
Keep 'em laughing 'till their stomach will hurt
On the other hand stub them 'till they dead in the dirt
Soldier the crew know my worth
If the loyalty is real then I give 'em my shirt
Living a dream from a doctor 
Stops in Brooklyn and tours to Japan
Hip-hop from the boss and the beast
DJ Premier hit 'em with the beat
From the change in a store to the block and the bars
Once again Mister Gang Starr

Mister Gang Starr, I make it do what it do
So true, classic like the Fu Manchu
Now, you cowards see I'm holdin' the title
Married to the game, son, you know that I'm vital
Your shit's weak, you ain't true to this
I'm the embodiment of real, I paid my dues in this
Mister Gang Starr, a hip-hop phenom
The bomb, these misfits just don't belong

That— That— That— That—
That— That— That— That explains how we rock
That— That— That— That—
That— That— That explains how we rock
Gang Starr
G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
Gang Starr
G-A-N-G to the Starr, son
Gang Starr
G-A-N-G to the Starr, son