Guru - The Traveler

From Guru's second Jazzmatazz album "The New Reality" (1995) ... Even though all Guru's Jazzmatazz albums are great, this one is by far the best one, imo. - lyrics: Somethin to motivate to Somethin to motivate you The more travellin I do The more wise I become I'm the traveler I go place to place They see my face then I'm gone I'm the traveler I go place to place They see my face then I'm gone Yes the traveler always on the move (keep it movin baby) Makin power moves devourin the grooves Goin city to city with the illest force (aiyyo) Spannin the glove like Wild World of Sports I go to Japan, with plans to slam (aight) I go to Spain and England, with knowledge to bring them (crazy knowledge) I go to Holland, and then to Germany You better learn to see I'll be here for eternity (a long time) I go to Switzerland and travel to Sweden and give the real heads jewels that they needin (droppin jewels) I go to Italy and also to France with the chance to enhance the dance (c'mon) I tore up mad spots doin shows all over I wreck the stage, with East coast flavor (East coast) but I go out West too, and build with my peoples (true) Some can't conceive how I do what I do I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone I'm the traveler, I go place to place They see my face, then I'm gone Around the world and back yo, the steelo is fat yo (huge) From blocks to continents, with mad impact (SMASH) I got it like that, ringin bells in the street Midwest to Down South, I turn it out, kapeesh? (you understand?) Wherever I go, they give it up (uh-huh) They wanna see me on the stage when I rip it up (rip it up) Uptown, downtown, Crooklyn, Queens, Strong Island Bronx, Shaolin, New Jersey, the brothers know I'm worthy (right) Got to get the dough, got to run the show My mental pops the topics when it's time to flow (word) With expertise, I release more techniques than 1200 Style's more than a 100 (mad styles) yes I run it More game than a little, MC's dribble from the mouth when I hit (uh-huh) The fuse is lit, makin your whole crew split No myth (word), yeah I'm whippin evil everywhere, ratification severely severe (aight) So clearly you hear Original aspects unlimited, significant thoughts that make me different than (different than) most men who play the edge too close And while they fall, I fill halls coast to coast (everywhere) The dressing rooms I roam in is the scent of blessings (boom) soon as we rockets to the next spot to wreck em I put the pure in the store, I got the cure (c'mon) Like a doc-tor, switchin from planes, to helicopters MC's with your fake scowls, you smell foul, so I drop ya (you stink) And then I walked away with your propers (allathat) Of course I had stop ya See now you lost your spot ta.. the traveler *Music till end*