It's '89, mine, I'm Keithy E. the Guru
  Premier is here with the flair, we're running to you
  Bust your grill with skill, as we build and fulfill
  I drop the wisom to quiz them, with precision we drill
  We're kicking wannabes down cause we're gonna be down
  We're moving on with the sound, see we're gonna be around
  For a long time, I kick the strong rhymes
  You're empty-handed and stranded cause you were standing in the wrong line
  This is not the fate is for sure a pure pen
  The gift is hitting home on your dome because we meant it
  You'll need a graffiti, don't heed and you'll be bleeding
  We'll rip you, and ship you back and you'll be repeating
  The progress, and I guess that you should be told now
  Lo and behold how the stroll I unfold now
  Knowledge, wisdom, and peace are what I'm true to
  In the rear is Premier, and I'm the Guru
  
  (Premier scratches)
  
  I sound greater because I'm head of the comittee
  I chill in New York City, I'm witty, so get me
  To Brooklyn, so I can ill and peace no joke
  You slow poke, you'll go broke, you're rhymes ain't all that dope
  So take a backseat, with all your wack beats
  This is the one phase of my rage and onstage I slap eats
  For you to try to steal this, I will reveal this
  Like a prophet, I'll drop it, Premier will start to seal
  This coffin to be chewing, you soft and you'll be doing
  A dance with some ants in the ground, you clowns be chewing
  But you could never get this, the talents we've been blest with
  So many different ways to phrase, you shouldn't mess with the Guru
  
  (Premier scratches)
  
  So here's the verdict, cause all you suckers know you're booty
  You're played out, you'll fade out, I doubt that you can do me
  We ain't having no gabbing, when I be grabbing and jabbing
  In your ear like a spear prepare your body for battling
  Cause you've been preparing to move, you'll be certain to lose
  Open your eyes up, wise up while I work with the groove
  To teach your next school, who'll be the next fool?
  That I can stomp down with compound nouns but like a pestule
  Come back with dumb raps, then like a tech inside
  I'll take you out your misery you ought to step aside
  Your weak rap, you speak that yang so Imma clue you
  The DJ's name is Premier, and I'm the Guru
  
  I'm telling you, '89 is mine. Peace!