Guru's conception was recondite, but he had his share of dealing with fake men. His only crime was being too damn kind. Let's face facts, although MCs lace tracks, it doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back.

It's scandalous: money, greed and lust. In this trife life, there ain't nobody you can trust. 'Cause chumps will exploit, use you to benefit.

But we can see clearly now the rain is gone: Solar has been exposed like a person undressed. He's still the same snake with Guru's name in his mouth. I hate those motherfuckin posers. I be on them like a message from God.

Solar, here is my advice 2 you: cash in your check, 'cause it's the last one you get. The tables have turned and now you ain't in effect. You might get dead, fuckin around like you do. Pursue the knowledge that's available before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you. But since you're bluffin' with your tape that's trash, tell your peeps that we comin for datazz...

R.I.P GURU