Take a Rest Lyrics - Gang Starr

Gang Starr Step in the Arena cover art
publisher: ©Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Chris E. Martin, Keith Elam
release date: 1990
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Jazzy Hip-Hop/Conscious
length: 4:22
"Now what you hear is not a test" --> Sugarhill Gang
(cut up 4X by DJ Premier)

Well goodness gracious, let me just take this
Time out to pull a rhyme out, and update this
For you and yours, simply because
Some MC`s have luck but suck
So I pluck em like feathers on the back of a chicken
Cause I`m mad like a pit when my man says, "sick `em"
Positive is the mind state, but it could still mean that
I will kick a ill, malicious like mean rap
Suckers they forced me, to knock em all out and
They think they know things, like what I`m about and
They try to analyze criticize scandalize
The outcome is death, don`t ask me to sympathize
Realize, that I`m not to be played with
I`ll flip so fast, you won`t know I`m the same kid
I`m tired and fed, with all the weak stuff said
All the phony-baloney, that went out like Pro-Keds
You`ve got no leads, so you shoot blanks
It`s me the crowd thanks as I step to the top ranks
Bankin my money, and investin it wisely
Snatchin up chumps when they try to sneak by me
I`m the dominant one, call me the prominent one
And as I`m speakin I`ll be bombin the dumb
Deaf and blind cause I was born with a sharp mind
Eatin MC`s with ease like it`s lunchtime
Or crunchtime, when they get done without warning
I`ll bust that butt from nighttime til morning
Your song`s boring, and so I`m scoring
Much points cause when it`s time to throw joints
I cause havoc, the mic I grab is like savage
I invade the stage, and make you get off
The force is like a three-eight, blowin your head off
And that`s just in case you might be wearin a vest
Cause you`re simply a pest in this mess I suggest you
"Take a rest"

"If this meaning doesn`t manifest, put it to rest" --> KRS-One
(DJ Premier cuts 2X)

Don`t ever sleep son, peep one or two of these lines here
Arranged by a great brain, delivering rhymes clear
And concise with a nice dope voice and
Killin the fakes like a taste of some poison
Punks are thinkin they`re alla that, their voices are all flat
They`re findin their names, in a Wack Rapper`s Almanac
Me follow that hollow crap, no way Jose
I`ll seek out a better sound, to somethin Premier plays
Days will go by, and soon you`ll know why
MC`s like me will rise like the Enterprise
Starship, headin straight for the target
Destination, a place where no perpetration
Is permitted, the Guru is with it to explain
How some MC`s are scared to ride on a Four train
Or any other train in the city, for that matter
Playin a role that they stole like a batter
But I know they ain`t so I`ll paint the real picture
My vocals go solo and like a bolo I`ll hitcha
Square in your face I`ll crack your ribs and your chest
Cause you thought your off-brand jam was the best
You fessed cause you guessed people would be impressed
I`m gonna bust that bubble on the double "take a rest"

(DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for the chorus)
Sit back and reflect, ponder and chill out
Rhymes like daggers make blood spill out
But you can`t blame me, for bringin disaster
With all these ducks, claimin that they`re the masters
Only thing they mastered, is how to get wacker
As I roll uphill, they roll downhill faster
Now they`re wondering how they lost their touch
Want to buy my rhymes but mine cost too much
I`m the innovative one, call me the creative one
And I won`t stop til the job is done
All the slobs just run when I come to get some
Cause they know better, than to challenge this go-getter
They get bust you can trust cause I won`t let a
Booty-*** rapper get wins against me?
I guarantee that I won`t act friendly
Cause crabs have a nerve and deserve to get whipped on
Their girls get kissed on, while they get flipped on
I slaughter and slay, or slap em up quick
Cause the lyrics they kick make me seriously sick
No substance, no value, but nevertheless
They`re gettin daytime play but I still say they should "take a rest"

(DJ Premier cuts "take a rest" for four bars, then song fades)

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CD 1
  • 1 Name Tag (Premier & The Guru)
  • 2 Step in the Arena
  • 3 Form of Intellect
  • 4 Execution of a Chump (No More Mr. Nice Guy, Part 2)
  • 5 Who’s Gonna Take the Weight?
  • 6 Beyond Comprehension
  • 7 Check the Technique
  • 8 Lovesick
  • 9 Here Today, Gone Tomorrow
  • 10 Game Plan
  • 11 Take a Rest
  • 12 What You Want This Time?
  • 13 Street Ministry
  • 14 Just to Get a Rep
  • 15 Say Your Prayers
  • 16 As I Read My S-A
  • 17 Precisely the Right Rhymes
  • 18 The Meaning of the Name