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from Murs - Murs 3:16 The 9Th Edition (2004)
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What up though It's Murs, 9th Wonder Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition Shhhhhhh, shut your fat mouth, and listen [Verse 1] Anticipation got the deck stacked against me since the outset 9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good to them punk fans When I'm still so hood, so good it's ridiculous, still iniculous That means three times doper than your favorite mc riding round with a chauffer These niggaz need Jesus, fuck it, niggaz need Oprah All this killing and this pimping and these foul ways of living See, everyone's forgetting that the struggle's not over I got sober, then got drunk again Got my boy from Carolina, picked up the pen Threw my nuts on the finish line, I +cum+ to win While you nuttin' to lose, I'll shake you out your shoes with ease, with moves parallel to those and other three Couldn't wait for George to make the new Star Wars scene So I made my own episode 3:16 To answer all the rumors that been shooting through your group *Beat stops* Yes 9th really does make these beats on Fruity Loops *Beat resumes* But what does that matter?, this is more than music By buying this disc you have bought into a movement Not a revolutionary, nothing but the truth I carry change if you wanna change, that karma is for you to carry All I'm trying to do is lighten your load So in between I'm getting faded, some of y'all getting blowed But I couldn't fall off and lose sight of my goals So I got sober, got drunk again Murs 3:16, let the fun begin |
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from Murs - Murs 3:16 The 9Th Edition (2004)
(Intro: Murs)
Ready? (9th Wonder) Uh-huh (Murs) Aight.......... After tonight Don't leave your girl round me, heartbreaker for life Ask my homeboy 9th (Chorus 1) Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the (Bad Man!) Never neglected you or disrespected you Or lied to have sex, yet you say I'm the (Bad Man!) Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a (Bad Man!) Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller on the phone with my momma talkin' bout I'm a (Bad Man!) How could somethin' so bad be so damn good? (Verse 1) All I wanted was to fuck, from the start I never lied Now it hurts my heart to have to see you cry Let you know from the jump, I was that type of guy Now you all on my voice mail askin' me why Never kissed you in public and I never held your hand I never said I loved you so I never was your man How can we break up?, when we never broke down and committed to each other, we was fuckin' around That's how people get hurt, and we both do dirt Now we could put this all behind us and make things work Or I could get behind you cuz I like that skirt Sorry 'bout that, got a one track mind But if you say you don't wanna fuck me too, then you lying Tryna fight it girl, shit bring your ass here Who else can make you wet by doin' this in your ear (See why you playin', all that bullshit you sayin') (Chorus 1) (Verse 2) She got me screamin' in public, in the middle of the mall I lightly touch her arm, what'd the bitch do?, fall Now they call security, it's about to be drama I would never hit a woman, I was raised by my momma But I kinda feel bad even though I didn't do shit Now I gotta waste time to find a new chick Someone who understand a man's gotta be a man I don't wanna have to lie just to get into your pants And ain't nothin' wrong with a one night stand that happens twice a week, plus I'm nice in the sheets And you look like a freak, it'll be to your benefit A nigga you can fuck, and a nigga you can kick it with I'm sick of this phone tag text message foreplay I like to be spontaneous, that's my forte Let's go to my crib and have, sex in the door way We'd talk all night if you had things your way (Chorus 1) (Verse 3) She said this might make me look like a knight in shinin' armor Great way to escape or get away from the drama So I got a little momma, first, had to disarm her said she heard about us rappers, I still got to charm her I'ma tell you what you wanna hear and make it the truth Haven't been with a woman since I left Cam loose Two months ago in Canada, ask my road manager He'll tell you I'm a good guy, I wouldn't lie to you just because you look fly, look my bus cards are new We'll shoot to my room, make the best out of twelve hours We can wash that club smell out your hair in the shower Turn down the power, lie down and make spoons Or we can talk all night and listen to ITunes You assume this the game that I spit to every girl But I'm careful with my heart and who I let up in my world (So, here's my number, call me anytime girl) (Chorus 2) Just because I'm a musician she must think I'm a (Bad Man!) All alone when she listens and I know what she's wishin' But she won't pay attention cuz she thinks I'm a (Bad Man!) It's not as bad as you think, cuz you had a few drinks I'll hold you hair out the sink, you still think I'm a (Bad Man!) I don't do this all the time, you are just that fine Get that shit out your mind, I am not the (Bad Man!) (Outro) Bad Man! 3X |
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from Murs - Murs 3:16 The 9Th Edition (2004)
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Left me standin here On this lonely street to cry [MURS] This is a Living Legends, Justice League Definitive Jux presentation Brought to you by 9th Wonder aaand MURS [Verse 1] What up though, still givin' a fuck so Open up your changer and get ready to dump those Disc of the dudes that be soundin' the same They get up on TV, steady clownin' for fame Disrespectin' ancestors that was bound in them chains But I'm around in the game So thangs is bound to change I'm tryin to walk that thin line Between intelligence and ignorance Have a little fun while makin' music of significance A nemesis to niggas just bumpin' they gums I give a fuck where you from It's where your heart at bitch You gon' bite, little doggy, or just bark that shit? A slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip Cause my heart can't quit, I got something to say Cause these niggas wanna act N.W.A. Niggas With Artillery and nothin' to spray Just some non-right assholes with nothin' to say [Chorus & 9th Wonder speaking] That's right motherfuckas Old salty ass, sideways ass motherfuckas Y'all fucked up now, huh? MURS, get em [Verse 2] I'm from where we leaving running and we hop outta cars Jump out and beat you down in some new All-stars No stars and stripes, just bars and pipes And niggas just start shootin', they too hard to fight I'm scarred for life, and charge this mic with bars of fright Dare any one of you frauds to bite I'm raw as life With loss of wife and cause of strife Spittin' sharp wit like I floss with knives Not contrived or conceited, on your radio repeated I'm elitist and I leave this Red Hot like Kiedis I'm a Californicator and a street narrator Steady runnin' rappers down until they meet their maker Concrete caretaker to these weak imitators, they a Screech to my Slater, piece of beef to a gator or the Heat versus Lakers, I'ma speak to ya later And let 9th take me out With techniques and a fader [Chorus & 9th Wonder speaking] What's wrong wit y'all man? The fuck is y'all thinkin' bout? Damn, them motherfuckas is lame man, get ya shit right man [Verse 3] I'm from the home of Double K, nothin' but trouble gang KWS's, LTS's, OFA's And every other crew that used to rack cans and spray And mob the RUD before the MTA So don't hate what I say or talk down when I bust mine Tryin' to make some green like the Culver city bus line I'm unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight This Living Legend gang, what you punks rhymin' like? I combine with 9th, sickest with these beats I mean so sick like he's forgettin' to eat A hard man to take down like Michael Vick on his feet And anybody chose me they was thinkin' defeat I'ma spit with this heat until I get my credit I'm a verbal martial artist like I'm signed to Shady Records And you bitches best respect it or I will destroy you Have your whole crew screamin' out "You're My Boy Blue!" |
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from Murs - Murs 3:16 The 9Th Edition (2004)
Now there's one in hood off Picko or some shit
Through the years its been the center for alotta dumb shit Lemme tell you about this one trip to the store Where the early mornin' tints sometime 'round four I was standing by the magazines readin' a Maxim When I heard a familiar voice to the the counter dude and ask him To empty out the register (Naw that can't be Trevor) Excuse me, Tiny T-Bone from the neighborhood gang Who if his head wasn't screwed on he would lose his brain He was with two other dudes, I don't remember their names I thought great, it was time for me to shake But as I headed to the door I heard a voice say (Wait) When I turned around, he recognized me and I knew it I was about to leave, that's when that nigga blew it He lifted up his mask and said (Hey Murs it's me Trevor) I said "You dumb motherfucker do you use your brain, ever?" Nevermind, I turned around gave a deuce walkin' to the car feelin like Q in Juice Remember when he wouldn't barb Liz and let him loose? Anyway here comes this nigga running, big bag of money He hoped in ride, I said "You Goddamn dummy They Got Yo Ass on Tape" (But they didn't see my face) "Well they got my car and my fuckin license plate Man get the fuck gone" (Murs why you gotta hate) "Hate nor love got shit to do with this You better run for the fives come through this bitch You know you got to strikes, you better use them new Nikes To dodge all them blue lights" He looked and said (You right) Then he bolted up the street once he left my slight I gave a sigh of relief But that was right before I peeped, this dumb motherfucker left the bag full of money sitting right there on my passenger seat |
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from Murs - Murs 3:16 The 9Th Edition (2004)
(Verse 1 - MURS)
First let me ask for forgiveness, since I might go to hell But I'm addicted to these girls, though where they fuck feel smell And I been around the world in and out of hotels Now I'm finally off tour I got some stories to tell It all started with Mel my first time doin' it Nervous, couldn't speak, I was scared I might ruin it Something like a pulse she knew how to take it slow Knew one false move and I could fuck around and blow So I went with the flow, it went better than I planned Finally found something better than cummin' in my hand They say you come twice the first time, now I understand I came once inside of her, then I became a man The next couple of times weren't quite that memorable Temikha, Glydia must've thought I was pitiful Bustin' after two minutes, I thought that shit was typical That was probably why they never got back at a nigga so (Hook - MURS) Once upon a time in a land around the way There lived a couple of girls that would never give me play Used to wear tight shirts and short skirts everyday Everytime I tried to hit it they say, no way Till one fine day in this land of L.A We finally slipped up and she let me have my way She kinda turned me out, changed my life I must say Cause I haven't stopped chasin' these bars to this day (Verse 2 - MURS) Now out the city walk come at this iddibittybitch About 4'7..hmmm..4'11 with a switch Now lets just say, ehh I think I got it backwards But big things do come good in small packages As for actrices in L.A. there's so many Let me tell you about this freak named Small Town Jenny After bad auditions, she was guaranteed to hit me To fuck her on a break when she was waitressing at Danny's Now there was Umi, female emcee We talked most of the night about the M-I-C When it was time for us to get down to B-I-Z She let me stick it straight in her asshole, lyrically I love chicks on e that you meet out at these raves They use it as an excuse for them to misbehave I met Rachel in the corner all emotional and mushy Put my dick on her tongue, glowstick in her pussy And (Hook) (Verse 3 - MURS) Alright I had a dancer named Candy stripper chicks Said she only had to dance to get her family out the fix Fine as hell, but the bitch made me sick Cause after datin' two months she'd still make me tip I know a female mexicana by the name of Iliana She likes me dinky's and a wife beater not pyjama's Caught her with another dude poppin' up by her casa But I keep her on the team just to represent la raza Now Lesbian Liz hasn't called a lot lately She love to live the legends but she also loves the ladies I had to let her go, before she led me to crazy She was lousy in the sack, laid back and hell of lazy A couple of weeks back it was all about Meretta Straight up hood rat always beggin' me for cheddar Had to keep her hair did and her manicure was real But now I'm fuckin' the corean broad that used to do her nails And (Hook) |
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from Murs - Murs 3:16 The 9Th Edition (2004)
Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man
And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran And I never say never but I mean hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever If you don't know shit then you still know better Human life is so precious it could never be measured Have you ever had a load of it, cock back the heat Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street Trigger off safety spacin' an opportunity These niggaz want to waste me it ain't nothing new to me Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus Now I'm all pumped up with a steroid trigger Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it Stupid It was a late night sunset me and him out Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand Of that mean green, laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit That's how we rolled on the scene Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black We roll up ask 'em where their party at They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat I put it in park jumped out to get his back But as I did that, I heard two shots I turned to my right and I see my dude drop Time stopped, couldn't believe what I seen I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace I remember his face but what I remember most Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers [Chorus: x2] It was a year to this day that my best friend died For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried And I tried to pretend everything was fine But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers We said a few words faces covered with tears How we missed him so much and we wished he was here Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone And we said our goodbyes and they all went home I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen How the homie named his newborn son after him But as the sun went down the talk came to an end So I said a quick prayer, amen And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bounds That he had a freak that lived on that side of town He always kept the heat just in case it went down A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga- Hey! Is that that nigga that, hey give me the motherfucking gun Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it, splendid Now with vengeance in my grasp I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime Remember what you was doin' last year at this time He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise When I split his face with the glock right before he could reply He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace [Chorus] And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it |
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Damn time's done changed these thugs do what they like
Some of them be your friends to try and find a new wife And still hit the block and slang rocks at night But you could be dead wrong with your pockets right Contrary to what the legendary B.I.G. had to say You don't have to sell drugs or make the NBA It's easy to get a grant and get an MBA To achieve one goal there's more than one way Young people on the whole we have lost our way I don't care what it cost I'm not impressed my nigga That throwback jersey is a dress my nigga I remember diamonds used to be girl's best friend Enslaving Black children with them third world gems I don't care about your rims, kids ride Big Wheels Up until they learn balance and it's obvious you haven't With way more ego than you have true talent <And this is for...> Any white boy who thinks he knows my struggle Cause he listens to Pac and his adrenaline doubles Now I ain't got problems with you being yourself But when you front and use the N word, it just don't help I might not trip, and your friends'll laugh at you But I know some real niggaz that'll straight up slap you Now you could be down, but let's act grown up Cause we ain't the same color when police show up My culture's not a trend, being Black is not in But for you it's just a phase you're gonna have to transcend While even if I tried, I could never blend in To society's mainstream, American dream Yeah, it's all one love, but remember one thing This music is my life, not a cultural fling It's an expression of the soul when we dance and sing And you are blessed to have a chance to even glance the scene <And this is for...> Man I do the same music, they stop coming to shows It's like they scared of the white boys in the front row First I was like "so?" I'mma get my dough But the numbers kept falling as my fan base would grow And now I'm concerned so I gotta speak up First the money was the only thing shutting me up But now I don't care, don't support me, get mad Why wouldn't you abort me, my own people have I feel I should have the scans white rappers have It's sad but that's the way it is What's the reason that my album doesn't sell like his? And don't front like you don't why the hell that is It's because he's white, you can relate to his face Through the years you've been taught that Black is unsafe Plus it's only natural for your own to be embraced Conscious or subconscious you can't say that ain't the case Only reason it took so long to take place Was up until now your only choice was 3rd Bass Or others like Ice, wasn't really that tight Now you got some white dudes who can truly rock the mic You relate to their stories cause you share that past Question is, why would you listen to MURS' Black ass? I asked myself for a while but now I finally get it Good music transcends all physical limits It's more than something that you hear, it's something that you feel When the author and experience and passion is real Used to feel I should be silent, I was scared to do this song But I want everyone aware of what is going on Yes it is jazz and yes it is the blues And yes it is the exact same way they did rock But I refuse to watch the same thing happen to hip-hop I refuse to watch that bullshit... <And this is for...> |
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from Murs - Murray's Revenge (2005)
What up though?
Murs, 9th Wonder Murray's Revenge! Y'all know what time it is Shut your fat.. nah Watch your mouth and lower your tone and keep your hand on that cell phone We back Now my day in the sun has come, the one chosen To break up the ice that got the rap world frozen Speak that slang that'll heat up the game Now, roll down your window turn the beat up, it bang Feelin' the breeze Let the world know they still makin' real MC's So please, make a call, tell your friend, tell the hood That we back and revenge never sounded so good Questionin' 9th about choppin' vocal samples I chop you in your throat 'til you choke on the answer Nice with this mic since I was broke and handsome 'Til I get my respect I'm holdin' dope for ransom From the West coast, everything I flow's an anthem A&R's who slept are now throwin' a tantrum Hand 'em over boys, your jewels and your girls Bow down to the sound cause "Murs Rules the World" I'm better than your favorite rapper But it don't take much these days for you to master the mic Most of these rappers trapped in the hype They makin whole albums, only half of it's tight So they never really have an impact on your life That's why "3:16" was genius We all connected through this "Minstrel Show" man, I mean it Until my days end I'm gettin' paid my friend Without pimpin' my soul, the gangster limpin' was old So I "Walk Like a Man" and, talk to my fans Clocked a few grand but you gotta understand I got a little money and I, coulda bought a chain But my momma woulda killed me, simple and plain Exchange foreign currency, for legal tender Now I'm back to end the era of the great pretender So pull your pants up and, turn that noise down It's Murs and 9th Wonder on the second go 'round |
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And I'm the four-letter word that you don't bleep out
Got a question for you rappers rollin' wit'cha heats out Is this really where you wanna be when Jesus come back? Lyin' 'bout your life, over beats comin' whack? And you say I'm backpack, cause I don't have a gat Man I just love life, and I'm dealin' with the facts I'm young, I'm gifted, I'm beautiful and black And my momma didn't raise no fool like that I understand that you broke, you tryin' to get money But you don't start gangbangin' in your mid-20's Don't know nothin 'bout the beef, or the gang that you claimin' You ain't even worth namin! But I got a right hook that'll vacate your Timberlands Take this outside, set it straight like gentlemen I do feel the music so I kinda respect it But don't confuse ill lyrics with real street credit, c'mon What 'chu gon' do man, ha? Get knocked out I'm real official like a referee with a whistle boy Get it right man My man Murs yo shut these cats down, holla! I got my wallet in my pocket and my money in my sock Cause that's how it be when it's funny on the block Like it be on TV when these dummies try to rock With they secondhand flows like they runnin' on a clock In a one minute cycle, I'm done with the rifles The tecs, the 9's, the killers, the psychos Look, now can we party? And I want a Shirley Temple cause I don't drink Bacardis But in a minute I'ma probably Try to holla at a hottie with a, nice shaped body If she's into what I'm into we should worship at my temple I'ma, grind from behind as we wind to the tempo If she break it down slow, then it feel like mo' That's a Mayfield line for all of y'all who don't know All I do is have fun and bring life to the fans And I, don't need a gun cause I'm nice with my hands, c'mon Nice with my hands dog, never seen the floor man Ask somebody, check the stats! Murs man, yo get at these fools though Let 'em know what's good baby, woo! We shocked the world last year when, nobody heard of me My boy he got skills that's like, musical surgery Me you know the deal I'm a lyrical emergency We keepers of the real, just consider us security Of the world, 9th, somethin' like top flight As long as we in control everything's alright While the rest will steer you wrong with them songs that they thought up I wrestle with these words but I'm never gettin' caught up In the drama and the BS Jumped up out the underground, you know I gotta be fresh Rhymes runnin' through my mind all day, I press eject I gotta lay 'em down on these beats cause they need wreck Yes, I'm back for the title And I brought an iron fist, just to smack all your rivals Woulda thought I ran track, the way I ran through my rivals Man I swear I'm the truth, slap my hand on the bible Let's go |
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I'm only 9, on the block
Bailin' to the liquor store with 2 dollars in my socks Say "cause" when I talk, pants sag when I walk Bumpin' K-DAY, just discovered hip-hop I play Pop Warner and I love Transformers But you see the big homey standin' out on the corner He got real guns, not the ones from G.I. Joe He feared and respected like everywhere we go Can't wait 'til I'm 10 and I get jumped in You should see the tattoo he gave himself with pen He did in the pen like 3 years ago And he just got home, now he bigger than befo' Liftin' weights in the yard he, way too hard Been shot 5 times, even let me touch the scars I can ride in his car when I get from the hood A fresh Iroc with a dope Kenwood Two 15's and his curl on sheen A big booty freak with some airbrushed jeans Don't dis put the hood in your childhood dreams Growin' up these days ain't as easy as it seems [Chorus] We live life like death ain't a thing Fear and respect we collect like kings Relive stress with every breath I sing And we all chase money cause we scared to chase dreams 19, almost 20 years old Cut the baby curl, now I got an afro Cornrows, some say french braids Weed and robberies the only way I get paid Couldn't slang crack, O.G.'s do that So money hungry wouldn't front me a sack That's why the old timers keep gettin' jacked I'm full time bangin' ain't no turnin' back Dropped out of school, no G.E.D But in these streets I'm a G-O-D Enemies tell they B.G. stories 'bout me A nightmare, when I'm off that P That's why they always run when they see me in the street Known to beat 'em down, straight take they heat What about the police, man even they scared When I see ya hit the block I put 2 in the air Got my momma scared of me And she's the only woman the would ever dare to love me Respect from my peers, on the set 10 years Bonafide so I hide my regrets and my fears On the front porch buzzin' High that's probably why I didn't even see 'em comin' 5 rounds to the chest now I'm fightin' for my life Cause some fool from the other side, wanted stripes Flatline Flatline |
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I'm from L dot A dot Californ-I-A hot
Days got shade let me take you 'round the way Lot of out-of-towners can't handle this city Where you wear the wrong color and it can get tricky But that was eighty-six and, things done changed We a lot mo' evolved with the way that we bang Not the rips and the dogs, man the smog might kill ya But you ain't gotta worry if you stayin' north of Wilshire Don't be scared of Crenshaw, the Slausson super-mall Or Earl's Hot Dogs man you gotta do it y'all, c'mon Come to the hood where we do the most good Magic Johnson be ownin everything like he should Lynnwood, Long Beach, Hawthorne, Gardener From the towers in Watts, to the hills of Alta Dena The home of the traffic and that gangbang culture And I hope the way we do the damn thing don't insult ya [Chorus: x2] I'm from L.A. (ah) Southern California Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody And the game is fame, do everything with a bang And everybody wanna know, what set you claim The land where the six-fo's, hop up and get low Your favorite rapper gettin' jacked for more than his sick flows Home of the pornos, we mess up award shows The weather's always warm so the women wear short clothes Our beaches ain't the cleanest but the {ahh} is the greenest And we got the blonde bombshells and sick latinas Then mix in the dark-skinned light-skinned sisters Where you never have to wear your triple goose on Christmas You can miss us with the blizzards and the winters The hurricanes unless it's in some glasses with some actresses Perfect frame, silicone or real it don't matter if she paid for it Every single trend you can probably thank L.A. for it Bandannas, face lifts, quick trips to Vegas White t-shirt, Chuck Taylor's or them K-Swiss Pop lockin', Crip walkin', chronic blunts, G-Funk A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once [Chorus] |
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from Murs - Murray's Revenge (2005)
I'm a, hood legend, you should feel threatened
Front I'ma show you what's good in a second The best in the business, I mean what is it? The dopest MC to walk talk it and live it A wide bright screen with a blockbuster signature Every new line I speak should be in cinemas Champion sound, I win with words Like you finally talked your girl into sleepin' with a friend of hers Oh yeah, I'm off on a good one Momma's so proud of what her boy from the hood done Got off the meat and I got my mind right, I Got out these streets I got my grind like I Got on these beats I gotta come tight it's Gotta be me, it's gotta be 9th Your boy dropped some stuff and it was probably nice But they need a little help, and a lot of advice Quit while you're ahead, you ain't seein' no bread and Don't sleep on us, you can sleep when you're dead And grateful, you didn't live life hateful Change for the better like the weather in April Food for the soul, go ahead and grab a plateful A heart full of hate, is a waste and disgraceful Uh, don't ingest, turn your stomach When a brother only wanna see another brother plummet Come with cha best and you can lose like the rest Straight shots when I shoot how we do on the West Yeah! You know who we might be, man myth or M-C But Murs sums it up best now, wouldn't you agree? I, stuck to the plate like it's And1 and straight Sew the mic around your neck and then bounce it off your face With grace, the ace in the hole, replacin the old Cause the new generation got a taste for some soul Hold on to opinions 'til I tell you to have one That mic wasn't hot until the spot 'til I grabbed one Off the stand now it's off the hook And when the beat is this nuts, then I'm off the books Meaning, off the head, freestylin' makin' bread And I shoulda been in a movie but I made my own instead Still pioneering with this independent hustle And your mic cord is much too short for you to tussle For the man that pro like 40-Water, poured in remembrance Of every hood soldier that died in ghetto tenements Innocent 'til proven guilty Should I die don't look for the dude that killed me Look for a brighter tomorrow, and in spite of the sorrow Live every moment to the fullest so your life isn't hollow And you can holla out my name from the top of the game And since you passed homey I promise I'll do the same For if a soul is avenged through the deeds of a friend Then success has always been the best form of revenge THE END |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
[Intro]
What up though It's Murs, 9th Wonder Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition Shhhhhhh, shut your fat mouth, and listen [Verse 1] Anticipation got the deck stacked against me since the outset 9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good to them punk fans When I'm still so hood, so good it's ridiculous, still iniculous That means three times doper than your favorite mc riding round with a chauffer These niggaz need Jesus, fuck it, niggaz need Oprah All this killing and this pimping and these foul ways of living See, everyone's forgetting that the struggle's not over I got sober, then got drunk again Got my boy from Carolina, picked up the pen Threw my nuts on the finish line, I +cum+ to win While you nuttin' to lose, I'll shake you out your shoes with ease, with moves parallel to those and other three Couldn't wait for George to make the new Star Wars scene So I made my own episode 3:16 To answer all the rumors that been shooting through your group *Beat stops* Yes 9th really does make these beats on Fruity Loops *Beat resumes* But what does that matter?, this is more than music By buying this disc you have bought into a movement Not a revolutionary, nothing but the truth I carry change if you wanna change, that karma is for you to carry All I'm trying to do is lighten your load So in between I'm getting faded, some of y'all getting blowed But I couldn't fall off and lose sight of my goals So I got sober, got drunk again Murs 3:16, let the fun begin |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
What up though? It's Murs and, it seems like nobody's trying man.
There's kids dying in Sudan and nobody cares man. At least I'm trying, man. Look, don't ever let the fact that you can't be perfect, Stop you from doing your best. Murs for President. Unless we try, the innocent will die You can't close your eyes, keep living in a lie Look, we not helpless We not hopeless Said a prayer for the homie, locked up and wrote this He got to get out and change his ways While I'm looking for a way to explain these days It's trying time I'm trying to rhyme But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah Look, I'm dying to be different Down to die to make a difference Music for the movement with a message upliftin' Went from set-trippin' to trips around the world Opportunities are oysters, you might find a pearl You can't be scared to take that chance Cause if you rather knock twice then you late for the dance You gotta, move with urgency, assert with certainty Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, "Certainly" Higher than the kite, I'm high off life At the height of my career, a high priest on mics I'm anti-thug and anti-drugs Brought peace to the party and got anti-love But haters so antiquated, I anticipated Accepted it internally, had 9th interpolate it He chopped it up and laid it in a session and he played it I wrote, recorded to it, now look what we created A hot mess I'm hot off the press You yesterday's news, dude you just not fresh You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes I'm a shot of espresso and hot morning sex Early to rise and the last to fall The best thing for black youths since the basketball Word to Kurtis Blow, you gotta know +The Breaks+ And if you don't know your history, I know your fate Uh, look Been here a minute, be around a while longer Every rhyme invented, my style got stronger Grayskull Power when I spray soul showers While you battle rap cats, just lay low cowards Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you Love songs one minute, then I'm wildin' on you That's +The Pain+ you gotta +Love And Appreciate+ I'm a +Bad Man+, you +Silly Girls+ need to get it straight Small guys, denying this is my world Your girlfriend call herself a +Dark-Skinned White Girl+ Got a 9th beat Man come on He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on Run-on sentence I'm the best period He pull the track out, I'll black out I'm not hearing it Nada, nothing, the negative zone And if you can't do better, you should let it alone I want it more than you I want it, I want it right now I'm wanted in 48 states for this style It's sicker than syringes, streamlined with strychnine Vegan diet, healthy heart and soul with a sick mind Inclined to flip split minds when I spit rhymes So go ahead kick yours, hope I don't kick mine At 50-yard line against the wind through the uprights While you just choke and can't win cause you uptight Ha He came to the game with two MCs Back when people said you can't make beats on PCs Internet haters, major labels be damned Soon produced the full-blown +Threat+ for the man Now his phone blowin' up, he can't hold it in his hand A few months back them fools didn't understand Now it's Mary J and Erykah, Jean Grey, etc The name 9th Wonder and he crushin' all competitors I cross-train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that? I speak clear like the sample is in triplicates Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this Insane, inspired, insider street analyst Questioning authority who don't know what the answer is The voice is proof the choice of the youth Forensic evidence say the boy is the truth |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
Fly like a condor, fly like a eagle, fly in an 85' candy painted Regal, fly lie a dove, I come from up above, I'm rappin' on the mic and you can call me Murs Love . I run this house, I'm dumbin' out, I can make your girl come keep my tongue in my mouth [WHOA], I'm that cold with it, 23 below with it, snow ball effect i suggest that ya'll roll with it. It's gettin' bigger man, it's a movement, it's called the President I'ma show you how to do it [watch]. You put your tie on, get your fly on, she say D.J. he play my song. Long time comin', but I been runnin', hands underground like Harriet Tubman, never been thuggin' ya'll niggas buggin', there's too many fine ass women in this club.
I'm lookin' fly ooo I'm 'bout to spread my wings (x6) watch a nigga spread his wings [I'm lookin fly] like zero gravity, laid back everything flow to me naturally, [ha ha] yep like that girl you tried to mac to, I applied my G-force and she flew right past you. Didn't think that she would do that, now you hatin' on me at the bar, askin' "who that?", rock star my hair out of control, you just another rapper dude playin' a roll. I'm eclectic, eccentric, thrift store expensive. You just want to mention you ain't this extensive. Limited. your world is this big, you ain't left your block since you were a little kid. You wanna see the world your girl wanna live, I grabbed her hand lead her to the floor and we gigged, spread my wings like Andre Hicks, gettin' play on both coasts like the L.A. Knicks. I'm lookin' fly ooo I'm 'bout to spread my wings (x6) watch a nigga spread his wings Lookin' fly like Delta, fly like Continental, known to take flight on a fly instrumental, fly super fly I leap over skyscrapers, write fly rhymes on sheets of fly paper. Peter Pan fly you never seen a man fly think happy thoughts while you just fly stand by. I flew all around the world but you can't be a fly dude with out a fly girl. [Ya'll really need to step ya'll female game up. Forget your diamonds] My Brazilin she worth a few million, beauty and brains might let her have my children, walked in the buildin' treated like a villain, 'cause my light skin cute thing from Crenshaw killed 'em. I shut it down man please, you ain't never seen a Asian girl with natural D's, [Look at her], [See my Philippino, my Pinay, my mahal My Manila on the dance floor havin' a ball. |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
So I'm at the barbershop
And we talking about this new generation of hip-hop And how, how lost you all are man But y'all have no science So here you go The systematic knowledge of the physical world Gained through observation and experimentation Usually beginning with a hypothesis Or what some may call an estimation Record your results from a series of tests And what your left with is a theory at best Now let me give my hypothesis, an educated guess On why my people on the whole seem to be such a mess Genocide, the deliberate extermination of a race, culture, or an entire nation Centuries ago they brought us here on a boat Enslaved us, beat us til our spirit was broke Then they gave us freedom and a little bit of hope Then they killed our leaders and they gave us dope (crack) From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he’s the black godfather Now Oscar Blandon was his known supplier, he snitched on Rick so he could retire Ratted on Ricky so he got out quickly, now this is where the situation gets a little sticky Not a citizen of the U.S.A. he got released and got hired by the D.E.A. Then he got his green card by the I.N.S. But that should’ve never happened due to previous arrests See our government seems to think that there’s a difference Between powdered cocaine and crack, for instance You get five years for five grams of crack But in the powdered form you have a hundred times that Now who has the rock, and who has the powder? Who’s the oppressed and who has the power? They want you to fail so you wind up in jail You know how much they make while you sitti'n in that cell? Billions of dollars for inmate facilities You sell yourself back into slavery willingly It's not black and white, it’s so much more It’s the rich stayin rich and the poor stayin poor The poor white’s meth, the poor black’s crack It’s not about race and once you realize that, we as a nation are free to move on And become one people, a movement, strong Now black people weren't the first to be enslaved We were just the first to be treated this way No education you were killed if you could read So you hid your intellect if you wanted to succeed And what happens to a lie when you livin' it You lose sight of who you are and start forgettin' it So many of us to this day act ignorant A mere shadow of our form of magnificence Wellfare No independence we become victims dependin' on the system Looking for a handout waiting on some help Toiling on the past feeling sorry for your self But you do what you can to make it out the trap And that right there is the origin of rap It wasn't always played on every radio station It was us makin the best out of a bad situation Inner city schools stopped teaching us instruments We took turntables and started flippin' it Stole electricity from the street lights Plugged it into a system and made the beat hype There was a mic but MC's weren't rulin' It was more 'bout what the DJ was doin' He say a few words (GO GO) to keep the party movin' The beat boys dancin' to the breaks and the grooves An the break was the part where the record broke down Where it was just a drum and a couple of sounds You had two records you could go back and forth To keep the groove goin' cause the break was so short Now if that aint' science I don't know what is The ingenuity of these young black kids The Bronx New York Central Recita Who hurt earth hip-hop true believers (Theory) Adversity produces opportunity Anythings accomplished through strength and unity The fate of the world is in the hip-hop commuity The revolution is here and now with you and me (Murs is a Scientist) |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
1, 2
She was only 15 in love with bad R 'n' B She had to have vision 'cause she saw the star in me Encouraged me to write about the drama in my life To most that seems strange like something wasn't right I used to fall a victim to the lunchroom comedians Somethin' like a outcast, started smokin' weed and then I sorta fell into my own Kind of felt at home when behind the microphone But on the bus ride home that didn't mean a thing Harassed by the thugs on the corners they would hang I got banged on, I got beat down Carrying a golf club walking up the street now They respect me, they call me crazy At least I'm not gettin' punked out on the daily And when I look back I wouldn't change a thing at all Where do you think I found the strength to be speakin' to y'all? I'll take everything in this life (Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies) I'll join everyone when I die (From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly) God is love then hatin' is Satan 'Cause then tight patients got me sitin' here waitin' On the day when it's okay to love When black men won't pretend that they are thugs When teachers and doctors are treated like celebrities You could get a job even if you got a felony Check out my melody, let's live in harmony We're in this together, no man has economy No man is an island, immune to the violence This rap race is no place to raise a child in What's wrong with smilin', what's wrong with peace What's wrong with squashin' beef before they label you deceased Swallow your pride before your choke on your issues I know you got family and folks that'll miss you So don't misuse this gift you've been given This life is but a dream, you are blessed to be livin' I'll take everything in this life (Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies) I'll join everyone when I die (From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly) And basically, man, I'm just a dude that tries to do right You know I try to make my, my tomorrows better than my yesterdays Without, without hurtin' anyone else in the process 'Cause if you leave the world a better place Then it was when you got here then we all win Now there's birth and there's death but the space in between us Where the journey takes place and you give it all meanin' It's waitin' on us all, there's no need to pretend No feedom in the feelin' where you're fearin' the end All good things come to it, walk don't run to it Times you want to end it yourself, don't do it Be original, be different Be the one to stand up and shock this system I'll take everything in this life (Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies) I'll join everyone when I die (From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly) I'll take everything in this life I'll join everyone 'cause all men die |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
Intro:
Yeah, and this one right here is dedicated to all the road warriors. To everybody who got to go out on the road every year to make they money, the spring and the fall. The 45 city tours. We in Idaho one night and Portland, Oregon the next day. Up in Anchorage Alaska and then Australia for three weeks. It's like this... Verse One: I got my bags packed Backpack sittin' by the front door Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers The stuff that you need when you're out on tour Home for one month then gone for two more I'm a rolling stone that's gathering green Cause my poems is known for packin' in teens And from Show to show I'm glad to be seen But my home is home I'll lackin' that steam But on the real I got some bills to pay My cable just got shut off the other day Voicemail, got a million messages to play Homies and the haters got a whole lot to say And oh, I just love it because my life's so public My business is in the streets and they think nothing of it And no I'm not complainin' I'm a keep campaignin' Till I reach my goal or I go insane Chorus: [x2] The road is my religion I'ma keep on sinnin' Hope to God I'm forgiven for the way that I'm livin' The woes and the women and the wheels keep spinnin' Still I won't be forgiven for the way that I'm livin' Verse Two: I'm on a Delta Continental American flight And I won't be long so you know I pack light But still I might miss and the way that I kiss you Gotta know that I love you cause I left my heart with you The night before I leave for a couple of weeks Hear you cryin' in your sleep Taste the tears on your cheek It's sweet but it's bitter The emotion that it triggers Makes me miss my woman and her home cooked dinner I wish I never had to leave Perform for these crowds with my heart on my sleeve But you still believe And they say you naive So I gotta keep the faith with every breath that I breathe It needs to be said that it's just not easy Every night different city, different women want to please me I keep it true and I walk on through Say my prayers and go to sleep after talkin' to you Chorus Verse Three: Standin' at the truck stop watchin' this Redneck truck drivers look at me and spit I'm like This is it? This is the life that I chose? A hundred days at home Two hundred days on the road But I guess I'm addicted Because I really start to miss it Don't know what I'm chasin' but I know I gotta get it It ain't about fame or a couple of dames Or a million different faces with a thousand different names It ain't about praise or the hands being raised To me it just a job and I'm glad that it pays And when the road starts to call in the spring and the fall If I don't holla back then my skin starts to crawl And when I get that itch I gotta pack my bags Dress up or go home Hotels and jet lag Can't lose my religion cause it's all that I have I keep runnin' worldwide till I run out of gas Chorus Outro: I'm so so sorry. To each and every girl I didn't call back, after we spent the night together. But you're beautiful, I love you. Man, you don't know about me. Mr. Dibbs! |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
[Chorus]
You might think that you know me You know where I'm coming from You might think everything's all good but at the end of the day you're all wrong [Murs] All blue chuck taylors, blue Dodger hat 85 Regal, my daughter in the back I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all On the real we're just hanging on the way to the mall Weekdays I'm an RN down at Kaiser Weekends at church I'm a youth adviser Just because I'm doing good I can't forget my roots I can never feel right in a tie and suit 501s and a plain white tee I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD That's just life growin' up in south central I been done move,but it's not that simple I gotta come back,my grandmomma there Sometimes it's drama, but I really don't care It's my neighborhood and I love it Showin' all the little homies you can rise above it [Chorus x2] You might think that you know me You know where I'm coming from You might think everything's all good but at the end of the day you're all wrong [Murs] All red chuck taylors, red Dodger hat Posted up at market with a bottle of yak I'm just a gangsta, that's what they say But on the real homeboy I just had a bad day Ten interviews, no call backs PO askin' me where my job at I'm an ex-con that's almost useless I'm a felon, don't mean that I'm stupid Got caught up, tried as an adult Lost five years of my life as a result (real talk) In the feds I prayed and I read Anything to keep the system up out my head I read Zen, Young, Bukowski You really don't know a damn thing about me I probably gotta higher IQ than you These jobs ain't hiring, what should I do... [Chorus x2] You might think that you know me You know where I'm coming from You might think everything's all good but at the end of the day you're all wrong [Murs] All black dickies, black Cortez, White wife beater, a fresh shaved head I'm just a gangsta,that's what you thinkin' You see me in the crew, posted up by Lincoln You see my tattoos, you figure why bother? Really I'm an artist and I got my own parlor Hard workin' father,wife and two daughters Strugglin',trying to keep our heads above water I'm a tax payer,I'm bilingual I'm chicano,I'm not an illegal (I was born here) Tryin' to live your American dream But you keep judging me about how I wear my jeans. They're 42s,they starched and they creased I got a education, I got proper speech I'm from the streets,I'm not less of a man Just trying to get by and do the best that I can [Chorus x2] You might think that you know me You know where I'm coming from You might think everything's all good but at the end of the day you're all wrong |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong Never did I think that we would make it this long But it feels so right that it can't be wrong Now we all grown, made a house to a home Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone All we been through, I can't leave you alone Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong I met you on valentine's through a pal of mine I knew he liked you but he was outta line I was nerdy actin', yeah, I was dirty mackin' Said my piece then waited on your reaction You said yes, I guess out of pity Had me hella happy, I was skip around my city She really likes me, I call right away You waited 50 hours, I counted night and day Once we talked I knew you were different I had my work cut out for me from the beginning I played Luther, all types of lullabies I wrote you crazy poetry, competing with them other guys I made you mix tapes, I wanted the exclusive Playin' hard to get, so elusive It wasn't love at first sight but I made you love me Know you couldn't be happier that you gave it to me Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on So many years it's been goin' so strong Never did I think that we would make it this long But it feels so right that it can't be wrong Now we all grown, made a house to a home Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone All we been through, I can't leave you alone Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong I must have my females crossed 'Cause if you ain't the one then, baby, I'm lost Picked you up and cut the other girls off Now it's me and you against the world at any cost I said I must have my females crossed 'Cause if you ain't the one then, baby, I'm lost Picked you up and cut the other girls off Now it's me and you against the world at any cost I walked on the wild side for ya The boys on the block used to chase you round the corna Claimin' some gang, I didn't care which They was just mad, you wasn't they chick We had a lotta, we had a few fights But it was all done at the end of every night We hit the boardwalk under the pier Underneath full moons I would whisper in your ear You're my sweetheart, girl, you're my everything Worked two jobs just to get you this wedding ring I haven't gave it to ya, I'm tryin' to save till ya Least expect it and make it something major for ya You're the best thing to happen in my life Now it's time for you to get it crackin' as my wife Beauty and brains, the package so right Plus it don't hurt, you give me action every night Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on So many years it's been goin' so strong Never did I think that we would make it this long But it feels so right that it can't be wrong Now we all grown, made a house to a home Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone All we been through, I can't leave you alone Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on So many years it's been goin' so strong Never did I think that we would make it this long But it feels so right that it can't be wrong Now we all grown, made a house to a home Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone All we been through, I can't leave you alone Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong Yeah, yeah |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
Yea yea Yea yea yea. Yea yea yea yea yea
We live and we die life is full of surprises and I cant get over the fact that your gone. I try to realize your not part of my life. But I still try to fight but it just don’t seem right. Bridge Cause your not here anymore. I can still see you walking out the door. Your just a memory of what used to be. Chorus (Yeah)Sitting with my head between my hands. I know ill never get you back again. I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry. (Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you. I’m sorry for the pain I put you though. Maybe its all just a dream. But your still a part of me. V2 I didn’t think you do it. You really leave me. If I did it would be different believe me. Its easy to say baby I’m a change. The very next day it was the back to the same. Going though my phone finding new names. I said it was business I was so lame. You saw though it and held me down. A real queen, you held that crown. You made such an impression on my life. Natural progression was you to be my wife. We talked family, we talked kids. You thought I’d clam down, I never did. I bought you home things from the rode before. Malaysia, Australia silk form Singapore. But what I give you this time you cant get rid of. So you left me tired of this sick love. Repeat chorus Sitting with my head between my hands. I know ill never get you back again. I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry. (Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you. I’m sorry for the pain I put you though. Maybe its all just a dream. But your still a part of me. Sitting here listing to the record you bought me. Kinda blue original copy You changed my life put me on to so much. I miss our talks more then ya touch. Such a fool to lose such a good thing. You showed me parts of my city that I never seen. Parts of myself that I never knew existed Then I got famous I got it twisted! You needed me I didn’t need you. Find you a man that can do what I do for you. I flew you to Rome I paid for this home. How you coming at me like you grown. Forget what I did…on tour I said I loved you, you needed more Why you trippin you need to understand Sometimes a man's gotta be a man. Repeat chorus Sitting with my head between my hands. I know ill never get you back again. I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry. (Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you. I’m sorry for the pain I put you though. Maybe its all just a dream. But your still a part of me. Music interlude…… Dam dam dam dam dam dam dam! Walk in the house late, drunk, stumbling, I pass out you would come tuck me in. Where you at? Baby I need you. I never knew all the pain this would lead to I’m sorry I lied, tried to deceive you You said you'd leave but I didn’t believe you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, girl I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby I’m sorry. |
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from Murs - Murs For President (2008)
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What do we do baby [Intro] Yeah. I just want to announce right now that I am the realest rapper in the whole world cause I got my momma in here with me. [Verse One] New face of America You fools lack character The first dude to pick up the mic and embarrass ya Bare facts I'm tearing up tracks Ya game ain't there homie Just lay back Relax Kick up your feet And watch the world rock to this new beat I'm talkin' bout peace I'm talkin' bout change Ain't talkin' bout beef Ain't talkin' bout chains I represent the streets from whence I came Never been a loser Don't need no gangs Don't need no guns I take these drums And make the darkest day of your life seem fun Lovin' life I plug in mics And show the mainstream that these thugs ain't tight I'm twice the man that these boys will never be MURS 3:16 Legendary MC [MURS Speaking] I've been around man and I'm gonna be around till I'm gonna be around So when you see me around, respect me [Chorus] What do we do baby? And if you just breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And if you just breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough [Verse Two] Man the truth will set you free just give it a try You ain't truly livin' if you livin' a lie Naw Man I swear to God There ain't never been a rapper on the earth this hard I love my momma Stay away from the drama Try to work my way through it if I ever had a problem I say my prayers to the man upstairs And if G's go to Heaven then I gotta be there [MURS Speaking] Look. Rest in peace Derick Martin. 45. Tamiko. I'ma see you when I get there [Chorus] [Verse Three] I'm in love right now and it feels so good To find a girl like mom and you wish you could... Say I'm so soft Say I ain't hood Say it to my face, man I wish you would And I'm smilin' in the press Got all this money and you lookin' so depressed Angry and mad Man, I'm happy as hell Might get a job if this record don't sell [MURS speaking] What? Burger King? McDonalds? Better yet, Best Buy or Target At least I'll get a discount [Verse Four] Oh well, I'll be employee of the month You'll never see your boy on the tube with gold fronts That ain't me It never was You gotta do you and let it do what it does I'ma be happy Fame won't trap me Catch me doin' this for the money then slap me There's more to life I'm better than that I'm trying to lift you up instead of settin' you, settin' you back (echos) [MURS Speaking] It's good game man. I wouldn't tell you nothing that wasn't good for you though That wasn't going to help you grow. [Chorus] [Outro] This is MURS and 9th Wonder signin' off And you know we do it, we do, we do it realistic So, it's his wife and my momma and my girlfriend and we goin' home That's it. No party, no after party, no Crystal, no hoes Just me and my morano, goin' home |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
Southern California underground funk assassin
Known to blast the competition Break 'em up like New Edition I'm gonna rob you, throb you, rip you with mics And make you question your commitment like my dicks in your wife And I'm hittin' it right Now how's that for a visual to make your brain stall Your old ball and chain now chained to my wall I'mma reign 'till I fall, when I do I'll get a stunt double Like to play it smart so I hump when there's trouble While you try to go for broke with them punks in your huddle I play Voldermolt and bring the magic to the muggles Just dove in the struggle Not waitin' waist deep Lickin' kicks off the snairs while you suckas waste beats Lose your hunger for success once you taste defeat So I'mma show you how to eat You gotta let it wet your appetite Spit it out and rap just tight Keep a sense of humor and just kick back and laugh at life (Chorus) (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Have you stressed to the point where you can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it don't forget it Take control of your life or you just might regret it That's how I got these panic attacks and frantical raps Thats cold as a chick mixed hispanic with black But still spit it so hot they'll have to ban it from wax Or at least press it on that heavy european shit So you can't want beef when you're a vegan bitch Props to BLX, I hope y'all see them checks I'm uppin' woman from the back like a CRX And real heads can stop waitin' cuz WE are next Def J-U-X and Living Legends coming through when I play two sets Like Shock G and D.U. don't know the half about blowin' up I call you see too Treat it like an opening act of movie preview 'Cause everybody in the house came to watch what we do Since your rhymes are as fly as a fuckin' Emu So even if I only make MTV2 It's better than me stuck in a rut being you (Chorus) (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Have you stressed to the point where you can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it don't forget it Take control of your life or you just might regret it Quit letting your girl run you life and Homie be a man Your ladies not supposed to be your one and only fan Or your manager That's a conflict of interest I expect nothing less from a product of incest I been fresh Since my first song in '92 When I got with 3MG we put it down since high school So mother fuckers, know, how, I, do I shove this mic down your throat and start speaking into you And my mic sounds nice, check one I can sing in the middle of this verse just for fun Like, "la la la la laaa" I know it's off key but when Oh No's on the beat He can make something even that vile seem sweet As revenge on your ex-girlfriend who fucked your best friend While you were drunk passed out in your den So while you were downin' Hen(essy) She was goin' down on him (Chorus) (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Have you stressed to the point where you can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it don't forget it Take control of your life or you just might regret it |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
(feat. Aesop Rock)
(Aesop Rock) MURS, you should go get us some food (MURS) Alright, this is the best I can do. . . what do you want? (Aesop Rock) Aesop's getting hungry (MURS) Well what do you want? (Aesop Rock) What's on your mind, Big MURS? (MURS) Shit, the end of the world with a wife at home I pretend is my girl (Aesop Rock) Did you take your meds today? (MURS) 20 milligrams worth, but I'm still so amped I can kill a damn verse What's on your mind Aes Rock? (Aesop Rock) Shit, the roaches in the kitchen that I scream on everyday but for some reason they don't listen (MURS) Did you take your meds today? (Aesop Rock) Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm feeling so amped I can kill a damn verse (Verse 1) (Aesop Rock) I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies An animated glitch suspended like milk money bullies I calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the hoodie I calibrate pyrotechnics on how crappy the jewelry (I keep it Dirty) Like What? My vibes on that old "Ha ha ha Stick 'Em" Like a 1950-something wire hanger abortion victim 99 bottles of happy pills on the wall Take 'em down, pass 'em around before me and MURS eat 'em all (MURS) I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies We were paused taking on all comers like some bookies Rookies running up with their run-of-the-mill raps Crashed, hit 'em all up with hundreds of ill slaps The Harlem Backslap just happens to be my favorite You take it from your shoulder then you take 'em to the pavement We don't take shit but we take our medication And we bust them raps back to Prozac Nation (Chorus) I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again I gotta go home, I need to take my happy pills again I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again (Verse 2) (Aesop Rock) Blockhead, this beat sounds like the theme song to the Huston 500 Marathon Fuck-Fest Get laughed at like dude last in line tryin' to fuck that's suspect Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm buckin' with bonsai column big pimpin' With less money and women, money that's slippin' Now it's Golden Eye with sniper rifles in the temple Holding my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors tucked Flip a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the wrong stuff Wrong lyrically I'm not stuff clutch upon the mic because you suck (MURS) This does sound like the beat from a porno flick Before we get up off the stage go and warn those chicks That we're comin' with that oven-fresh DiGiorno Dick I wanna fill you up, then fill you up Bang this dick into your stomach until you reveal your lunch Shove my 8 into your face and make you taste your cunt Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would surely kill me I only rest my cock when my XBOX enthrills me (Chorus) (Verse 3) (Aesop Rock) MURS is my pharmacist cupboards full of Clonepin (sp?) I'm a seratonin reuptake enhibitor bronze U.S. monument See me in hell cashing in on that See You in Hell thing Decompose like Dorothy water bucket plus witch equals melting And I seldom seen these weeks without the medicated crust Settle uncivil circuits that make the cut I'll tell you what, I'ma freak the fuck out if someone doesn't let me use their phone Yo, MURS I gotta go home (MURS) Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a farm But he owns a gang of pills that'll help and keep me calm If you're taking this too serious I'm just gonna bomb I'm just screwing with your head like to do em out with brain Surgery inside a shed, I take the same meds As Iron Mike Tyson, my life is rollin' out of control Don't need a license to drive myself crazy Catch me on his next album as long as Aesop pays me (Chorus) Go to sleep, go to bed Go to sleep, go to bed Go to sleep, take yo ass to bed Moherfucker better go to sleep Def Jux! Motherfucker, what? |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
(feat. Shock G and Humpty Hump)
(MURS) See, had the place to myself, my parents went outta town So I had the music up and was runnin' around Singing to the beat of my favorite underground Song at the time, let's just say it was MURS I was rappin' in the mirror, I was knowin' every verse I was doin' my thang until the doorbell rang It was my homeboy Shock, a mellow type of fellow That I knew from up the block, he walked in and said: (Shock G) Yo, what's the deal MURS? First things first, you couldn'ta hit me At a better time, them four cars behind me, they with me All women, all dimes, the redhead she's mine She wanna hump me, yo that's my brother Humpty (Humpty Hump) What's up yo? Pardon me, but I gots to go, where the bathroom at? Y'all got liquor? Come on, Trina! Yo this house is fat 'Ey cat, you wanna hit this? Oops I shouldn'ta did that I'll clean it up before your folks come home, yo where they at? (MURS) Man I don't believe you brought this nigga man I heard about his ass The only fool dumb enough to flunk his P.E. Class It's not that he's dumb, he's just wild and he's ignorant Known for gettin' mad drunk and gettin' all belligerent Man I'm sick of this I shouldn'ta told nobody I mean three's company, but four cars makes a party Mental note: lock the garage, hide the keys to dad's Rolls 'Cause it's outta control, this bitch is taking off her clothes (Shock G) Is your dad's Rolls blue? 'Cause I got bad news Humpty took a cruise, and barbeque pit went in the pool Turned the water grey, I would stay and help you clean up But the neighbors say police are comin', I'm bout to G up (Humpty Hump) Beep, beep, beep! Yo, I'm back MURS, where should I park it? I brought the whole strip club with me, we bout to spark it My girl urled in your backseat, but yo it's cool We got weed and some shrooms, is it cool to use your dad's room? (Chorus 2X) It's risky business, man what is this? I'm caught up in a twist, and I'm tryin' to fix shit It's risky business, man what is this? I'm caught up in a twist, now I'm tryin' to fix it (MURS) What you mean my dad's room? Nigga is you crazy? And what's up with them glasses, what'cha eye kinda lazy? Anyways we gotta clean that shit up out the backseat But first what's up with that blonde, you think she likes black meat? (Shock G) She said she was a virgin to the brown, never splurged in the town But she's down, 'cause you got her all moist, like the Rolls Royce backseat 'Least I can do is help you clean it up cousin What time is mom and dad comin'? (Humpty Hump) Yo, why y'all bein' responsible and shit? We gotta hook up We tryin' to get these chicks upstairs, see what we can cook up One of them got their toes blue, coochie shaved, so cool My nose tryin' to be with those when the doors close fool (MURS) Exactly. Fuck the backseat I'm tryin' to smack cheeks Until they turn reddish, and satisfy my fetish Lay back and get some lettuce (Humpty: Yo, what'chu mean, head?) (Yeah) That's what I said, then call it a wrap (Shock: But what about your parents?) Well, they never called me back, I guess their flight got delayed So we got time to get layed, ayo Hump could you watch out for that white Escalade? (Humpty: Did you even have to ask?) Well since you're on the task I'ma head upstairs and get focused on some ass And if I start to scream, do your best to ignore me If my parents come in, just tell them the Burger King story Just keep 'em entertained until I finish gettin' brained (Humpty: Hello Ms. Connor, he's gettin' drained) And the name is Elaine (Chorus 2X) |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
(feat. El-P)
Let's Do It You didnt think me and El was comin like this Def Jux Motherfucker and we run this shit Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shit Oh you got a couple jokes now you funny bitch (HA HA) Have you laughin all the way to the bank On point make a cut like we holdin a shank Got it all up on ya back like you walkin a plank Try to do it like this bitch you know how to blame Do it double time all up in yo face Like piranhas when you drop fresh meat in the tank Fell off of the game cant keep ya rank Mad cause you try to rob shit but you aint Been around no bullshit where crews peel clips Niggaz that kill for fun Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit Bullets still in ya gun Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes Cuz you pissed ya pants Saw me durango said you wanna tango Now this is the dance Where ya shoes at where ya crew at Claim you do gats but you do rap What you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first Now you about to get rolled up hold up wait Just an emcee that was tryin to make cake Now you gotta gun all up in ya face All of a sudden found god like runnin mase Thought it be fun to spun on tape Now you wish you would have stuck to drum n' bass But you had to be hard on the blue ball When you never gang banged a day in ya town Try to be a man and run the streets and the jungle gym nigga stop playin around Lay it down (Chorus: repeat 3X) This is the Dance! You don't wanna be late cuz i'm over on weight betta get ya shit straight This is ya Chance! You don't have to be fake with a heart full of hate just try to say thanks Murs fall up on the spot like what up bitch Approached by this girl like shutup bitch Than I grab the microphone and I cut up kids Like a hot knife straight through a butter stick Now i'm in the spotlight about to rock all night Shot of tequila than a hot mamacita We sex than we swallow what? nine margaritas Body on point so I follow the leader Need more tequila so I swallow the liter How can life feel sweeter (cant) So I passed out rolled up do it again Wont neva roll up ya crew in the wind High velocity high viscocity slippin right pass your animosity Fans are constantly, askin me Who said what and who has beef My crew got stuck in we to musty So try to weigh it out with the fruit laid out (stomp the bastard) Thats just played out theres more to ya life than underground rap What you waste all ya time and you wanna run it back All on the message board runnin ya yap At the end of the night only wanted to chat Now you know that you got issues That early in the morn you should look at some porn And jack off right in the tissue Than call it a night thats probley the life Go to sleep with the girl that you callin ya wife Wake up to the same shit different day Everybody onto work and they on the way Cause we all got bills and rent to pay Lend to the earth wasnt meant to stay So before i'm gone I wanna make a hit song that'll always get some play Got the homey el producto workin in the cut so what you got to say (El-P) You wanna trace along the pattern of fair please rap I wanna pattern how the drunk end mechanism I.D. jury breath commence fresh Test the match, metal on the chestplate tech Better win a smile right, wanna frown like god right With a highlight primal fright in a primal life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88' We hit advance from the whips and lazer face oh break two three God to analog monkey not me rock hard and shit The radio flyer kit, flyin with a boombox pack wit' clips Faggots wanna ratta tat tatter this And a PT cruiser he creed lucifer Here comes the booster bruiser, betta get used to losin movement They couldn't move like el, ox, murs, lif the bazooka trooped in so useless So useless tip that'll have a little truth in it like (poof) Deep space nine milli mechanism fist raise the roof again Who stays on a move that says Chick wanna shake ring hetero crawl thru the trenches Revelation manifacture eat senses or the city Or compositive battle turn logic pretty All the hard edge tomorrow brings heads or home up in me come get me I'm for this shitty dizzy spinning all this cuff and progress whose with me Fabolous thunder bird word nerd unda that tom pill shit Who heard kill quick They been together since 96' they still ride ya dick I refined ya style while wild ways from an error with an automan mix Community watch groups and lace young kids Niggaz don't skip me I don't answer to you george bush or the raw time commitee Dumber than a mongulary race movin shit With a heart of hell scribblin bruisin shit Every time you make a move in the industry start the new movement kid I'm like lose it bitch Check the steam on the E with an edge of a generation new ruthlesness Who's in charge, check into ya leader man stop the foolishness Cop the new shit bitch |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
(Murs)
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach settle down Then fell into the shower as to let the funk drown Put Degree under my arms, turned off the alarm You only set it to regret it A million things to do but work is where I'm headed The dreaded grindstone on the edge of my bed I sit and let my mind zone on how fun last night was Started with a light buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade I was trying to get laid, but, got no action It was back to the crib for personal satisfaction Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work So I fly out the door while I'm putting on my shirt Start the car and then I'm off to get in trouble with my boss He runs his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish he'd lay me off So that I could lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth But now I'm assed out, 'cause these fools on the freeway be driving like they ain't got nowhere to go You know those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow Got me yelling at my windshield Now it's like 10 'till I want to call in Man I think it everyday but I'm not ballin' So I got to go get paid and continue the charade of Customer service since I don't get commission My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a nice day 'Cause what I got to say even if they were rude And gave me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get written fool I work hard Goddamn hard To keep this roof over my head And pay off these credit cards I work hard Goddamn hard So I could pay off all my debt And get a house with a yard I work hard Goddamn hard To put that gas off in the tank And make the payments on this car I work hard Goddamn hard So I could wild out every weekend And buy drinks at the bar Try being on the road for 45 days straight Road manager's the driver and myself plus 8 Other motherfuckers and their idio-sympatic 'Sop brought two-systems he's a video fanatic Sunspot got enough weed to give me contact for the month and a half PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot with his rotten ass Of course Grouch brought a task that'll fill his time plot Trying to hook Pro-Tools to his new laptop Eligh's on the last cot a hypocondriac So with him you never know if it's a fever or an act Scarub's usually either reading, writing, or sleeping And Bicasso needs to use somebodies celly's on the creeping Me I'm simply dreaming plotting schemes to get some money Almost forgot about Arata but you know As we tour throughout the country everybody starts to argue over what we watch on tv and who drank the last brew, who's been hating on who Maybe throw a punch or two until a virus breaks out And how healthy can you be? When you getting little sleep and all you eat is take out But the show must go on when you live in dusk 'till dawn If I don't rap every night, I might lose a fan So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand And I haven't even spoke on the one night stands Yeah that might sound fly to the average guy But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by So I try to play the sidelines Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to stay faithful So I cheat not because I hate my girl because I miss her Eventhough she won't believe me when I say I only kissed her Been home a couple days and she still won't speak Still I got to hit the road again Begin another week I work hard Goddamn hard To keep this roof over my head And pay off these credit cards I work hard Goddamn hard So I could pay off all my debt And get a house with a yard I work hard Goddamn hard To put that gas off in the tank And make the payments on this car I work hard Goddamn hard! |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
Creep with me while i crawl through the hood
Maniac lyricists just call me murs thats good You'll get crushed when I bust on beats and you'll never hear me holla bullshit for the streets im not anti-white, or anti-nigga, just anti-ignorant and anti idiot LP make the beat and aint i killin it dont care who you are, if i aint feelin it im tellin your ass fuck you and these labels thats be sellin that trash and these underground artists with their sales gone bad fuck with me ill do it sugar free and send you to the corner just to get my cash ill woop that ass put that on ur momma and get ready for the action cause i dont bring drama ima tell the world youre wack in every interview plus your squads kinda pale you need some color in your crew plus your first rap tape way back in '92 you had slaughter, warren, slayer and firehouse thought this rap thing is cool hey i might try it out theres only do and do not there is no try hes in the ???? for true jedi you was scared to come to shows cuz they let the lead fly now you have no heart no soul no funk and its 187 on you underground punks Verse: Do you Like it? i can give a fuck how u feelin. feel this. feel this. feel this. do you like it? feel this, bitch feel this, bitch feel this i was bumpin nocturnal and my mind started to travel on how i used to seek out mc's for raps to unravel now yous think i cant battle rap cuz i roll on cadillac put your money where your pie-hole is and watch me fuck you watch your cash like my name was jason biggs im makin kids wanna grow up to be astronauts again cuz they see bein an MC is not an option-win just a hungry motherfucker like me lookin for fresh meat to make em look foolish as hell over they're best beat i press heat to your ear like gause to a wound hopin that it goes platinum like those cosby cartoons if i dont get a plaque on my wall for platinum release ill still be a classic to ya'll with plaque on my teeth chain smokin brain chokin the shit outta rappers i had to end your beginnin to start the next chapter now im on some other shit like that ?? that common wears or the enron affair or andres hair somebody else might but i just dont care wut you say or where your from im the baddest motherfucker touch you down on kickdrums such as sick tongue i could be a ?? just to wear this long beard to hide the IV my goal since i was young be a fly MC so i jumped off the gym junior high PE fell flat on my face everyone laughed at me now my flows so strong gravity defies me and i float on air without a pair of nikes so you just cant compare to pros real like these |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
(MURS)
Alright I'm ready No, you're not ready I'm ready, you're not ready Motherfucker (Indistinguishable singing) (MURS) Now this here's for your spouse or significant other You were in love with the person, now you hate the motherfucker Get the fuck out! Tell 'em to get the fuck out! You weren't lookin' for love when you met 'em at the club Y'all exchanged numbers and went out for some grub You waited three days then decided to call Went for dinner and a movie, then a walk through the mall All you saw was the physical, a sexy individual Never had the thought that they would make your life miserable A couple more dates, consumate the mating ritual Soon you will encounter the habitual liar The sex was so good it set your body afire But why are you still with this nut? Every time they come around you get this feelin in your gut Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth stays shut When you stop to think about how good they fuck An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up stuck So here's some words of wisdom that'll help you with the chore Count up their I.Q. before you kick 'em to the door It goes: (Chorus: MURS) One, two, three, four I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no more So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out! Everybody come on! One, two, three, four I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no more So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out! Everybody! (MURS) Now say you have a homeboy who's been sleepin' on your couch For weeks on end and he's (words walk em out?) Get the fuck out! Tell him to get the fuck out! Now he walks around your house in nothin' but his drawers Throws the trash once a week and expects to get applause Let him stay at your crib you was down for his cause He was in between girls, or in between jobs But it's still no excuse for him to be a slob Your girl stays mad cause she's cleanin' up behind him You can't get your calls when he's on the other line an' You can't get laid cause he has the worst timin' Knockin' at your door at odd hours of the night If he does that shit again, you swear to God you're gonna fight But you can't kick him out cause it's just not right He has nowhere else to go, but you're losin' self-control Wanna kill him in his sleep, God bless his soul Maybe it's not that bad but it could get worse So here's a little tip from your homeboy MURS Before you tell him "Bounce," do a countdown first It goes: (Chorus) (MURS) Now let's talk about these old motherfuckers on the mic Who were dope but now are whack and won't leave the spotlight Get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out! He had some albums that I loved way back in the day But as he puts out new shit, the memories begin to fade When I heard about the comeback I said "No way!" I was waitin' on the real, the anticipation built But with age came degeneration of the skill So I pushed it to the back of my mind, and hoped in time Those fine memories would once again shine But he just won't stop, even though his album flop Everytime I turn around his new one's about to drop Make me wanna take all his old records off the shelf Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his former self So when he stopped on tour, in my town for a show I played a true fan and was in the front row As he started doin' classics, then he stopped and said "No" We had to say we love the new shit, before he did the old I tried to count the countdown, but then I lost control It went one, two, three, four I had it up to here, and I'm not takin' no more So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out! Everybody come on! One, two, three... |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
This for everybody... Who doesn't have a lot of money
But you have a little money, and when you get that little money... You spend that shit I work hard for my money, so hard for the money Every time I get a little, I'm gon' spend it like a dummy If my money was a NBA team and I was the, head coach of the squad I'd be Jeff Van Gundy, wastin all of my funding My wallet stays hungry Mad like Pooh with the pot and no honey Money wouldn't be funny if I stuck to my budget, but my motto is "fuck it" Buy now, cry later, hopin that everything works out in my favor I keep my receipt should I seek a release From this contract of commerce, speakin of which I'm the most at ease when I spend {?} But don't trip, I'm a retail slut Stimulatin the economy so I can get fucked When I go out shoppin, I go for broke I mean literally, there is no hope Cause I'm a big time spender, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast (It's just not fair) I'm a big time spender, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast (It's just not fair) December 23. 2002 Around midnight, where were you? Me, I was out for them Episode 2 Star Wars action figures (Wait, back up my nigga, you can't mean toys?) Hell yeah fool, me and a hundred white boys We was waitin in line Some buy to collect, some to sell online (Man, hold up, you can't rhyme line with line) Man, that's not the point I spent two hundred plus before I even left the joint If my mama only knew I was out droppin notes when I owe her a few My ass'd be through, You wouldn't be hearing this song today Can you say, buyers remorse Now I'm prayin that my CD's sellin out in the stores Cause I hate being poor I may have dropped a couple hundred but I'm one with the Force And I'm a big time spender, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast (It's just not fair) I'm a big time spender, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast (It's just not fair) I mean, it comes and it goes, making funds from shows The next day I'm at the mall buying tons of clothes Eve though I get free shit, hella LRG shit I'm calling El-P: Quick! Send me some loot I'm over budget, I'm recordin (??) When that check comes, I hit the swap meet and I buy some new Jordans I'm often as lost in, trickin of my chips of, Bootleg movies and, brand new kicks I'm scan-da-lous, but I just can't help it Call me what you want just, don't call me selfish Always think of others, moms and my little brother It's the thought that counts, so I keep'em in mind As long as they stay out of my pockets, that's fine As for my girl? Shit, what can I say? Bought her a rice cooker and some lingere I know it's for my benefit, but that's how it is When you Big time spendin, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast And it's just not fair, BT$ Born to shop Buy that shit Big time spenders Eli ?? [?] And Nick Carter 'Bout to buy everything in your fucking local mall Get it out Better tell somebodyyyy [fades out] |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
This is dedicated to all my little brothers, little homies, yo check it out
(Verse 1) Man you 21 now and I still can believe it Been living on your own, just hard to conceive That you on the right track, out pursuing that knowledge But a few years back I couldn't see you in college You was all out cripping, brought a gun in the house My first thought was to take it, give you one to the mouth But never that, we been through way to much I always tried to give you guidance but not say too much Tried to lead by example, didn't I have some nerve Telling you stay out the street while I was out slanging herb But I always preferred you do it smarter then me You didn't have to prove nothing being harder then me You helped mom at the cleaners Stayed away from misdemeanors I was proud of you then Please believe I still am Don't let the world get you down, throw you off your program Life is hard, even harder on a young black man If it gets rough blow a blunt and bump some more slow jams Know every man with a badge is probably a punk But don't ever risk your freedom, just to throw one punch Let a coward be a coward, he has to deal with his past I know these pigs deserve it but give em a pass I know you wanna keep it gangster, just do it with class Above all remember this, no matter how big you get I'm still your big brother and I can always whoop your ass (Chorus) They say a wise man knows nothing, so I know a lot less But I been where you at homie, put to the test The answer lies deep within, so open your chest And find God within yourself and he'll show you the rest I know the world is against you and your going through stress But long as you still breathing God, and know you been blessed The only sin is giving up, there's no need to confess Find a God within yourself and he'll show you the rest (Verse 2) Now take that doo-rag off when you get in my ride Man that shit aint fresh, you're supposed to wear it inside Not under bandannas or under a cap I might be getting old but I don't understand that You want your hoodie on or off, please make up your mind Trapped in a rap video, losing your mind Getting lost through someone else helps you find yourself I guess that's how it works I seen this kid the other day with murder written on his shirt And never been to a funeral Now am I out of touch, if I say it's unusual This dude will sing a love ballad to his homeboys, before a young lady Now aint that crazy If you didn't love that bitch then why you make her keep your baby Ooh abortions not right But just the other night You were a killer pull a trigger before you have a fare fight But if you value one, then why not value every life Its obvious you know the difference between wrong and right Its not about being self, its hard to follow the light When you're surrounded by darkness, almost drowning in evil Been searching for some help but still aint found no real people Here's a shout, know we out here, we struggling too Some of us do it legal; some will thug our way through We got to fight to show the world that our youth are intelligent So keep it gangster in your CD changer, not your residence (Chorus) They say a wise man knows nothing, so I know a lot less But I been where you at homie, put to the test The answer lies deep within, so open your chest And find God within yourself and he'll show you the rest I know the world is against you and your going through stress But long as you still breathing God, and know you been blessed The only sin is giving up, there's no need to confess Find a God within yourself and he'll show you the rest |
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from Murs - The End Of The Begining (2003)
(feat. 3MG)
(MURS) It's the end of the beginning So I thought it only right that I bring along the motherfuckers I started this shit with 2003MG Melancholy Gypsys MURS, Scarub, Eligh (Eligh) To do it right in life is just an angle breakin' Make or break myself in the matter of moments under discretion With lessons upon the forefront, My life is in the breeze Makin' my knees squeak beggin' my soul to please speak Universal guides then listen, trouble sometimes blister my vision But I've enlisted my mind for the full mission Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon Talkin' about "What'chu gonna do in the future?" "Movin' up the ladder with ass kissin'." I'm on my last mission in life Dumping through the middle grounds like a junkyard dog in a prowl Guarding my bow throwin' in the towel when it's right Until then I'm walking towards the light with my sword drawn from a fight Doing everything bad that happens has an opposite reaction Keep my feet on traction, until my goals in life are right in front of my face And I can smell, touch and taste what I've been workin' for I'll be walkin' out the front door (Chorus 2X) It's a done deal, do it 'til it's done 'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun It's a done deal, let's have a little fun 'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun (MURS) I'm talking done deal, closed case Ain't no time for looking back on the road you take You gotta claim your spot, nobody hold your place Ain't no time to preach about time you chose to waste You gotta mold your fate, hold your weight All my peoples NY to the Golden Gate Who know the rap about the breed and the gold is fake How we all supposed to eat when they want the whole cake? Niggas want all the dough, but never learn to bake So they rise too fast and they burn the plate But I'm concerned with fate, and watch the turns I take Know this world is affected by the moves you make So I ain't gotta stop moving just to prove you fake Just spit these real raps to get this real estate So I can steal your fanbase and steal your date Won't have a soul mate until I meet my soul mate (Chorus 2X) (Scarub) It's like I'm type of walking towards heaven through hell Everyday it's something new, I'll make it through; so many fell off Whoever knew it cost so much to clutch a dream In between the thumb and the index lies a small space for mistakes The indication for almost Sometimes you hold it until you face to magnify how close you came in life to something That you measure up to I know that pain like my enemy Slap my ass when I'm born, and will hold my hand when it's the end of me The lessons learned in between these two extremes feed me energy I keep it moving with the force of a crane where the steel ball's just swinging at the end All it takes is one pen to tap these words out like Morse code over your eardrums To speak to your spirit Intoxicate you with my speech to crash crew like drunk driving Whether it be freestyling or stage diving I float over these weak rappers Like volcanic islands, I got a fire in me (Chorus 2X) |
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from Murs 3:16: Walk Like A Man (2005)
Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man
And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran And I never say never but I mean hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever If you don't know shit then you still know better Human life is so precious it could never be measured Have you ever had a load of it, cock back the heat Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street Trigger off safety spacin' an opportunity These niggaz want to waste me it ain't nothing new to me Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus Now I'm all pumped up with a steroid trigger Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it Stupid It was a late night sunset me and him out Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand Of that mean green, laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit That's how we rolled on the scene Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black We roll up ask 'em where their party at They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat I put it in park jumped out to get his back But as I did that, I heard two shots I turned to my right and I see my dude drop Time stopped, couldn't believe what I seen I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace I remember his face but what I remember most Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers [Chorus: x2] It was a year to this day that my best friend died For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried And I tried to pretend everything was fine But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers We said a few words faces covered with tears How we missed him so much and we wished he was here Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone And we said our goodbyes and they all went home I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen How the homie named his newborn son after him But as the sun went down the talk came to an end So I said a quick prayer, amen And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bounds That he had a freak that lived on that side of town He always kept the heat just in case it went down A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga- Hey! Is that that nigga that, hey give me the motherfucking gun Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it, splendid Now with vengeance in my grasp I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime Remember what you was doin' last year at this time He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise When I split his face with the glock right before he could reply He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace [Chorus] And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it |
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