Gang Starr – Glowing Mic (Audio, Lyrics)

Gang Starr - Glowing Mic (prod. DJ Premier)

Gang Starr is here with “Glowing Mic”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by DJ Premier.

Gang Starr Glowing Mic
Gang Starr Glowing Mic

We’ve been receiving gems courtesy of DJ Premier. The surviving half of Gang Starr is making sure his friend and collaborator Guru’s memory lives on. For a long while, Premier and Guru were at odds, but prior to the rapper succumbing to multiple myeloma, a form of blood cancer, the artists reportedly reconciled. The rap legend remains a celebrated figure in Hip Hop, and just last year, DJ Premier gifted the world with never-before-heard Gang Starr tracks with the release of One of the Best Yet.

On Friday (December 11), DJ Premier returned with another Gang Starr single: “Glowing Mic.” He explained to Rolling Stone how he came up with the name. “Since the song ‘Mr. Gang Starr’ was previously released after we hadn’t worked together in so long, I noticed the multitrack session said ‘Mr. Gang Starr (Original Version),'” he said. “The lyrics and the hook are totally different so I gravitated to it and I didn’t want to use the same title and confuse people. My search for scratch ideas landed me across a song I produced for Torae, ‘For the Record’ in 2011. The line says, ‘I destroy the mic for my glow.’ Instantly ‘Glowing Mic’ became the title simply from hearing that line.”

Gang Starr – Glowing Mic (prod. DJ Premier)

Lyrics

[Intro]
I destroy the mic for my glow
You know— You— You know—
You know it’s backwards to go against God, dawg
I destroy the mic for my glow
You— You— You know it’s backwards to go against God, dawg
That explains how we rock

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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 crates
Fresh out the gate again, time to fill my plate again
It’s mister Gang to the Starr, I’m the latest trend

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Who’s a legendary character? Harder than the floor
Similar to nothin’ you ever saw
Historically consistent, methodically persistent
Categorically gifted for sure
Never down for the count, might fool you with the rope-a-dope
Work by combinations, crack your shell split, yo
Witness my third evolution
Close your eyes if you’re afraid to see these herbs execution
Wanna-bes, I annihilate, obliterate, terminate
Treat ’em like batter, watch these short cakes bake
Mister Gang Starr, the one and only, only one
Niggas are gassed, soon, they’ll be the lonely ones
You know me son, I bring the fire like a blowtorch
So don’t step too close or you’ll end up gettin’ most scorched
Just like a charcoal briquette
So pay homage, we ain’t even make it hard for you yet

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
That— That— That— That—
That— That— That— That explains how we rock
That— That— That— That—
That— That— That explains how we rock

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