Verse 1 â Murs and [Slug]
[Hey Murs, why you always look mad at life?]
First, fuck you for asking, 'cause you know that ain't right
I just refuse to be plastic for these rappers I don't like
[Well how do you manage to stay so polite?]
Anger management techniques developed out of spite
Rather kill you with kindness than kill you in a fight
[So why you wanna punch these other rappers in their face?]
'Cause they fake as fuck, and a waste of space
Besides, fists, not guns, that's a change of pace
[So who are you to judge who's true these days?]
I been around the block, got a few dues paid
One of the few rappers left that'll do what I say
[So is it Def Jux or the Living Legends that you're reppin?]
Man I'm all about good music, people and progression
I got friends from different sections but the West is where I'm restin'
[Do you really think race is the reason you ain't selling?]
What, you tryin'a piss me off and put a end to this session?
Man, you heard this is for, c'mon, next question
[Alright, alrightâ¦What was it like workin' with Humpty Hump?]
One hell of a artist, but a fucking drunk
Though he did get the video crackin', I won't front
[You had a bunch of porn stars there, anything jump?]
Yeah, offered to my lap for some head just once
And I coulda got some pussy, but I was too fucked up
[After the first Felt, did you meet Christina?]
No, she never said thanks, my black ass never seen her
That's why I moved on to my new real queen
[So what's the definition of the 316?]
It's my birthday fool, 316
Plus, the formula for every rap song that you singâ¦
Verse 2 â [Murs] and Slug
[Hey Slug, why you only make songs about women?]
Priorities man, naw, I'm kidding
I'm tryin'a build heaven while the world's still spinnin'
[How big did you guess it would get in the beginning?]
This is still the beginning, still unraveling ribbon
The mission is to travel for as far as the vision
[Well how long do you think the success will last?]
Man for all I know, that shit already passed
It's impossible to answer that question asked
[Then why'd Rhymesayers make a deal with Epitaph?]
We didn't you dumbass, go read the mag
Me and Ant did one record for beats and laughs
[Anyway Sean, what happened to Spawn?]
Well things felt wrong so we both had to move on
No love gone, everyday holds a new dawn
[Business and friendship, where's the line drawn?]
Family and friends make it past the front lawn
Business is done by the end of the last song
[Is it the caffeine, the nicotine, the milligrams of tar?]
No, it's Selena, it's Christina, it's Serena in my car
It's the thick line between being a genius and a star
[Are you rappin', actin', or kiddin' a guitar?]
Man, fuck that shit I'm just sittin' at the bar
Writing these hits about self-inflicted scars
[Are you in love with this game, completely and truly?]
From the music, to the bus, to the stage, to the groupies
I'm the same as I was back when nobody knew me
[Alright, who-is-Lucy?]
She's the extra that gets to play the devil in my movies
I get the feeling girl, you need someone
Who love and appreciate you
I get the feeling girl, you need someone
Who love and appreciate you
Now I was lost, confused, caught up in my feelings
When I first started finding other women appealin'
Thinkin' that the grass is greener on the other side I panicked
Settlin' down so young, wasn't how I planned it
Man it seemed like yesterday, we was all about each other
Never in a million years would I need another lover
But you got too familiar, not like I didn't feel ya
But sayin' something new while we make love would it kill ya?
Calm baby girl, it's not an excuse 'cause
I probably could have put that gym membership to use
I put on the weight you put on the brakes
Now we both sit around with that look on our face
You wonder who I'm seeing and I'm wonder who you're seeing
But we too afraid to ask 'cause we both got our demons
The reason why we should try to keep this thing together
'Cause we stood by each other through all types of weather
I get the feeling girl, you need someone
Who love and appreciate you
I get the feeling girl, you need someone
Who love and appreciate you
Now all that takin' you for granted done stop
And the love that we standin' on is solid as a rock
Not but nothing but couple months back when we fought
I couldn't live with myself thinking that you were lost
And now we found common ground
The crib found empty never havin' you around
Now we getting down and the sex is full throttle
Chillin' on the couch watchin' next top model
Don't wanna be nowhere else
It was time for me to put the pimp game on the shelf
You helped with the bills and I helped with the bills
They say that don't work, but it's cool I know the deal
I found a real women that'll stay down for me
Should've never had doubts 'cause I found you early
While my homeboys search, I had what I need
And I'm glad you agree
I get the feeling girl, you need someone
Who love and appreciate you
I get the feeling girl, you need someone
[Slug]
I love you like a rap kid loves breaks
(chorus) [slug]
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Came to get an oil-change for my girlfriends car
But by the time I left I was short of breath and brokenhearted (there she was)
There she was, bent over a motor,
Dirty cap with a pony tail that sat between her shoulders (beautiful)
With an oil streak that must have kissed your cheekbone
Thick and volumtuous I wish that we could be alone (I would love to)
I would love to, touch you, rub you,
See whats covered up under that greasy blue jumpsuit (come on)
Standin there holding that drippin dipstick,
With a firm grip, yet so delicate
And the way you took that orange oil rag and wiped it clean
Its guaranteed to get repeated in my dreams
You make me wild feels like puppy love
Got so lost in your smile when you asked me what the mileage was
And if I ever leaned how to change my own oil
Promise you this customer is gonna remain so loyal (dirty girl)
(chorus) [slug]
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
[Murs]
Now theres this hamburger stand thirty minutes out of town
Used to go for the best veggie burgers around
That was until I met this brown guaranteed to astound
Short order chef eyes deeper than sound
She wore a dirty green apron like a silk nightgown
Them cappuccino fingernails wrote my order down
Three dots tattood between her thumb and her index
Twenty-four waste held the holster for the windex
Heat from the grill made her mascara drip
The sweat on her face showed the fuzz on her lip
Them work pants couldn't hide the love in them hips
Call it bad taste but this girl was the shit
Its the way that hair net kinda covered up her ear
Had me askin why the fuck she was even workin here
But next time I get hungry I'ma drive to Pasadina
'cause I just gotta see her me linda cocina
(chorus) [slug]
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Dirty, dirty, you're such a dirty girl yeah
Whuddup'tho
Check it out, it's the end of the beginning
The end being of like10 years ago when I first started rapping
All I wanted to do was make shit
Get it to people; see what they thought
And see how they felt about it, get my props or whatever
Now it's the end of that
cause now I gotta do in-stores, photo shoots, interviews
(You guys come over here!)
Check the head with the fucking reps, man
And now it's like, it's not about you and me anymore
My job is to get it to the people, not the people who diss me
But the people who are feeling me, give you the
soundtrack for your life (For you)
[Verse 1]
Now when I came to the game I was wet behind the ears
All I had was some raps that I wanted y'all to hear
Straight low budget I was underground thuggin' it
You think I gave a fuck about a publicist? (NO!)
You think I gave a fuck if you dubbed this shit? (NO!)
Now the industry is runnin' this underground shit (What?)
The industry is runnin' this underground shit (Oh!)
Now what that means is my crew wants a street team
My crew wants a video so they can be seen
And that was my dream since I was pre-teen
But as I got older and the world got colder
Reality swooped and put the dreams over
Now I'm content with the mastery of words
Realize the importance is just being heard
By fans who love you and you love them
And honestly it's love that moves this pen
[Chorus 2X]
It's about me!
It's about you!
[Verse 2]
Now what I'm trying to say is fuck a middle man
I just wanna make music and get it in your hands
All the bullshit in between is senseless
Just to get to you I gotta hop a few fences
Interviews, record pools, managers, checker fools
Lawyers, logos, contracts, promos, photos
Conference, contracts, constant combat
The psycho's cycle burnin' me out
I just wanna rock the mic and turn the party out
Earn a little clout with the butter in my mouth
But all the politics and bullshit make me wanna shout
(MOTHERFUCKER!! *growling under his voice*)
So an unintelligible rebel with a flow
So if y'all wanna step to my level then fa'sho
Let's go, strap bombs, lap on, kick com
Do what you wanna do 'cause it's all about you
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse 3]
Look, I don't do it for my wealth I do it for myself
And the moment you pick this up up off the shelf
See, you chose me and that means a lot
Work hard for your money and this is what you bought
Divine expert so far my best work
Is yet to be seen, but I'm steppin' to the green
With a putter in my hand spreadin' butter over bland
Was just another fan, now I'm addin' to the plot
Not thinking I'm the man 'cause I have what I got
Knowing you can lose it all in just one shot
But like I said I'm on the green staying down to earth
L.A. is the set, MidTown's the turf
But I'm speaking to the world when I pound this verse
Right through this mic into your ears
Took less than a second for me to get here
So forget your fears, and peep this here
[Chorus 2X]
By the way, Chris Kinney get thicka for a nigga, c'mon
Yesterday I
And today I'm
Yesterday I
And today I'm
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't getting out of bed today
9 to 5 to survive, theres gotta be a better way
Waking up early to punch in the clock
How I look, a grown man with my lunch in a box
But my kids need socks and shoes, I'm walking through
The office, boss yelling "Who you talkin' to?"
Don't you know on the streets I woulda, never mind
The past is the past, I gotta leave it behind
But man, back on the block I was a bona fide hustler
Spot popping off until the police rushed us
Handcuffed us, I thought I was gone
Coulda cried, thinking I'd miss my son being born
But I was blessed, beat the case, now I'm tryna reform
But these white folks, make it so hard to move on
You gotta, jump through hoops, anger management coups
But the fact I'm still standing here today is proof that
Yesterday I felt the most hated
I thought I couldn't take it, they said I couldn't make it
And today I'm feelin' brand new
I got nothin' to lose, I'm 'bout to make moves
Yesterday I felt the most hated
I thought I couldn't take it, I fought until I made it
And today I'm feelin' brand new
I got nothin' to lose, get out my way move
On to the next, it was all about sex
When I first met my little baby girl Anette
she was standing at the bus stop, sucking on a lolli-pop
Eyes collard green, lean, thicker then a pork chop
Stop- cause I don't eat swine
But this girl was so divine that I had to make her mine
Called her phone a few times, she thought I was funny
Fell for it like a dummy, it was all for the money
Gyeah, growing up in the hood
You would think Id understand, but I never understood
Why she really came around, when my dough wasn't good
Now you could call it puppy love 'cause I got dogged out
Now on all my note books I got her name crossed out
But she lost out, I just lost profit, when she left me in cold
Heart broke like like my pockets and
Yesterday I felt the most hated
I thought I couldn't take it, they said I couldn't make it
And today I'm feelin' brand new
I got nothin' to lose, I'm 'bout to make moves
Yesterday I felt the most hated
I thought I couldn't take it, I fought until I made it
And today I'm feelin' brand new
I got nothin' to lose, get out my way move
You know them days you just got the blues
All stressed and depressed from just watchin' the news
No matter what good you do it seems you always get screwed
Got you caught up in your feelings now you off in the mood
Shake that attitude and do what you can
Set a couple goals follow through with your plans
Time waits for no man and tomorrows not promised
So if shes still alive shoot a call to your momma
'Cause the fighting and the drama, its just not worth it
Nobody's perfect, ain't none of us worthless
We all got a place, and we all got a purpose
Now I'm not taking y'all to Sunday service
But ya clap your hands as you stand up and work it
Like your grand mama used to do that fan down at worship
Spread it, pop it, and wave it in my face
Put your hands around your waist, let me ride to the bass like
Yesterday I felt the most hated
I thought I couldn't take it, they said I couldn't make it
And today I'm feelin' brand new
I got nothin' to lose, I'm 'bout to make moves
Yesterday I felt the most hated
I thought I couldn't take it, I fought until I made it
And today I'm feelin' brand new
[Chorus]
Be my woman tonight
Just ain't feelin' right
Be my woman tonight
Just ain't feelin' right
[Slug]
Hey lady, I don't mean to be so forward
But I got no other choice, soon I'll be across the border
Tourmode, I'm leavin' in the AM
But I wanna spend this evening breathing in ya fragrance
Too long since I've seen my better half
Sometimes you gotta let go, close your eyes and let it crash
Road to life is the only one I have to give
Lonely isn't a strong enough adjetive
To describe all those nights that I've tried to grip tight
I lack the necessary tools to help me get right
So take your as the temporary savior
While I'm looking at your face like I'll be testing on it later
I bet you like to fuck, but you love to argue
Poke a hole into my chest and pull my heart thru
Up to my room for cigarettes and cartoons
Or we could sit right here and try to guard these barstools
I'll take you anyway that I can have you
Bring along your ethics and your issues and your taboos
It's not the standard free bird situation
But your talking to these pieces of a man whose trying to make it
Thru the puzzles, travels, struggles, battles
The body pillow pimp trying to snuggle with my shadow
We could stay proper keep the clothes on, no pressure
Just hold me and pretend like you've known me forever
Won't ya..
[Chorus:]
Be my woman tonight
Just ain't feelin' right
Be my woman tonight
Just ain't feelin' right
[Murs]
Damn, why'd she have to leave right after the show
All that eyecontact made from the front row
Them vibes I was getting man I thought it was a go
Could used that type of company, you just don't know
I been on the road for like six months straight
Only two days off between all of them dates
The hardest working man in the underground game
Most times I'm too tired to hang around and spit game
Most nights are the same, shows is just like work
Leave the stage, stand around, selling merchs and shirts
Then I peeked her pink skirt out the corner of my eye
By the exit posted up like attack looking fly
I tried to play it cool, but I coudn't pretend
So I approached hella anxious with a silly ass grin
She said she dropped off her friends, so we could be alone
Gave her undivided attention, turned off her phone
Took me out for pancakes, paid for the dinner
Then took me to my room, let me watch sports center
And then we made out, and then we made love
And then I passed out while I got a backrub
But in the middle of the night I reached for a second helpin'
Got a hand full of sheets, I was all by myself an'
Before you could say: 'Goddamn that sucks'
Jayberg called, 'Cats van bags'
FUCK!
[Chorus: repeat to fade]
Be my woman tonight
Just ain't feelin' right
Be my woman tonight
[Slug]
I'm not a player I throw up a lot - "I know"
The wicked walk amongst us and you don't know me that well
Prolly shouldn't trust the story I tell
I'm gonna speak it how I saw it because I call you my friend
So take a drink from the gauntlet and sit down whence
Once upon a time before gas masks at school
Back when cash was the golden rule
There were two super heroes who tried to bring love to the earth
One was slug the other one was Murs
[Murs]
The team s and m not for sadomasochism
But trying to save the innocent from the master's prison
Airwaves disaster-ridden, we wear masks for a livin
And we make dope songs, the task we were given
We're to air out the main stream brain washed zombies
Who wanna smoke blunts and live with their mommies
Two mouths to feed no urge to succeed
Cause the music don't inspire him to go and take the lead
So...
[Slug]
Lets hit the streets
Catch bullets with our teeth
Get the kitten out the tree
Bring evil to its knees
Clean its mouth out with bleach and send it on its way
Bring the children a better day
[Murs]
So they can go out and play don't have to be players
Now the music is so cold that they listen to it with layers
So we try to warm em up, gamma-blast through the speakers
Cause we 'Leaders of the New', how about our 'Sound of Zeekers'?
And we drownin out the weaker, findin rhymes like heat-seekers
From the blast that's in the wrists, combattin evil
With some wax in our fist, on tracks we don't miss
Uncanny classic hits, who's the team that can't be dissed?
[Chorus:Slug]
Its the two
Its the two
(You can not see it)
The two
(The keepers of the wisdom and power)
Its the two
(You can not see it)
[Murs]
Now day in day out
We fought continuous bouts
At every corner of the world where we heard evil shout
Hearts filled with courage bank accounts full of doubt
We gotta find a way to make it all balance out
[Slug]
Now even heroes gotta eat and put fuel in the tummy
So it started getting real when the two ran out of money
And if you saw them you wouldn't be able to tell
Did a fine job saving mankind from hell
[Murs]
Well we saved the world and brought joy to the masses
But couldn't save ourselves from the government and taxes
And the justice league so we had to pay dues
When we couldn't ante up the kicked us out the crew
Now in the hood there were a few who did appreciate the saga
But didn't have the ends to fund this armada
So now we were the two with no H2
And open to attack from every wack crew
[Slug]
And the fateful day came could it be
That two had been beat
Do they face defeat
Overcooked time to climb out of the book
Had a grasp let go lost grip when it got shook
The magic Cadillac eats a lot of gas
Rent and food the two had no cash
So they had to get jobs at a record store
And every thing went back to how it was before
[Chorus:Slug]
They were the two
(You can not see it)
We were the two
(The keepers of the wisdom and power)
Where are the two
(You can not see it)
Now its up to you
[Slug]
And the moral to our stupid little song is
It doesn't matter who's the smartest or the strongest
Love ain't enough for anyone to see it through
So make all checks and money orders payable to who
The two
(You can not see it)
Its the two
(The keepers of the wisdom and power)
The two
(You can not see it)
Its the two
(The keepers of the wisdom and power)
(You can not see it, but it is there, believe us)
[???]
Whussup Murs
[Murs]
Ah nothing man you know just doing a little underground shit
whatever you know selling these tapes broke ass fuck
[???]
Yeah I see you know what i'm sayin I aint tryin to go out like that
nigga I'm trying to get signed
have a video and shit you know what I'm sayin
so I can get some respect and some ends in this motherfucker
[Murs]
Oh F'real well you got a little skill you can do that
but um listen to this story check this out
[verse 1]
Now heres this story about this fool
I knew from back in the day
His name was Mike, he used to kick raps around the way
I used to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by the bench
Now he lived in the hood some called the Danger Zone
so he was no stranger to own ways of gettin a legal scratch
But for some Strage reason he wasn't living like that
We used to kick back smoke a sack
Every now and then but usually
he was in the house with his pen
Writing raps that all the homies said was fat
To match that he got he gots his beats
From this nigga named Toan
One day Mike said to Toan
"Lets hook up a demo man
That shit could be on"
Or thats what they thought shit didn't pop
Right away they got caught slippin
And Mike really started trippin
After a couple months he droped out of school
Now we all day kickin it getting high
Smokin blunts even quit his part time J.O.B
Tooked the money that he saved
Put that shit up on the P
And now he's flippin zits
Man you know the whole skit
On how his ass gon quit
After he's stacked enough chips
But out the blue he got this call
>From this A&R; talking bout it's time to sign
The first thing that runned threw Mikes mind
Is that I wont have to grind
So when he got the contract
He didnt give it back ignored the print
That was fine Flashed 50g's in his face
And said "All you have to do
Is sign on the line to get it"
But Toan wasnt with it
Thats when the group split
But Mike didn't trip he knew he could get beats
From the kids he was on the label with
So he took the money did some normal rapper's shit
bought his ass a new ride
Tried to buy his moms a home
But when she said I aint gonna move up out the hood
He paid off all her loans and hit the studio
Every single day of the week
And made the beat hella tight songs
And after a couple a months
The album was finished so he gave the masterd
To the label so they could handle the bissness
[???]
aww fool I know who you talking about that was that nigga that nigga
mike yeah that fools shit was tight fool he was blowin up fool what
happend that nigga got dropped or what I dont know I aint never seen
that nigga in the hood no more
[Murs] (murs chuckles)
This why you aint seen that motherfucker in the hood fool
[verse 2]
Now when the single dropped
It really start to pop
His shit hit the charts at the top
You could see his video all day on The Box
And when he hit the spot
All the bitches would jock
Same ones back in high school that didnt wanna speak
Now they step into Mike tellin him he's a freak
But he didnt get the big head
And start to tweak he stayed down to earth
And kicked it with his homies
Every single day on the Turf
So when the album released
He thought his check might increase
But he didn't see the loot
Every time he called the label
They gave him the same song and dance
About his advance having to be recouped
And on the day of his second video shoot
They told he had been let go
It seemed the president thought
Rap artist wernt bringing in enough dough
You know not enough capital
So they dropped the whole
Department of Black Music
Now most of them artist didn't go on to do shit
When back to 9 to 5's punchin clocks
Acceptin weekly checks
But Mike had a plan after a while
He knew he was getting fuck
By these record Exec's
Now it was time to put the plan in effect
Next day at the building he goes in
Disguised as the dude from Fed X
Takes the elevator all the way
To the top floor no sooner then he steps
Out the door the secutary askin "Who the package is for"
He said "Im here to see uh Mr.Goldstien"
She said "Right now he cant be seen"
So he tryed t walk past her and ignore it
Then she grabed his shirt like
"Nah I could sign for it"
So he gave her the clip board
Then acted like he was pullin a pen
Out of his uniform But a rag full of chloriform
Then placed over her face
The bitch was knocked out slid her fat ass
Under the desk just incase no time to waste
He went into the Big Man's office
As soon as Goldstien seen Mike face
He knew something was going on
So he reached for the phone
Just as Mike expected
So he healed up the end of the cord
To show him that that shit was dissconected
He connected with a knife to his wind pipe
Now he couldn't scream for his life
He said none of this had to happend
If you would've treated your artists right
Trying to pimp my peoples art
Never giving us a equal part
But I was peepin your plan from the start
It was never to see us be young black and rich
Yal wanted to be the only muthafucker's
Stacking chips that fool looked like he was
honna have himself a heart attack and shit
But Mike stepped back and stabbed him in the heart
with the pen he signed his contract with, aint that a bitch
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
[Course Murs] X2
could have been a princess, crown out of thorns
pretty little summer dress, fabric is torn
you got my interest and when i see you
i wanna free you, bring you
out of everything, trouble in your life
but its your kingdom, and im just another knight x2
[Verse 1 Slug]
she fell asleep in the passengers seat
so we turned up the music, hit the automatic unlock
tapped the gas, took the corner too fast
put her ass out and left her on that black top
you know that dream you have when youre falling
but you always wake up before you hit the ground
it was like that, except her body went smack
took a minute to figure out what just went down
so she stood up, she brushed herself off
she hurt, but nothing felt broke
she gave a little laugh because gods a comedian
always surrounding her with all these jokes
she looked around, she knew where she was
walked a few blocks and hopped on a bus
went back to that street that they nicknamed hell
to go manifest a couple more stories to tell
and i still cant figure out why she aint figured out
a better way for her to use that cute little mouth
between the jons and the jakes
how long will it take for her to clean her front lawn of these snakes
anyone of us could have loved her
anyone of us could have been her father or her older brother
hold her, until she discovers the light
besides the one at the end of a tunnel, another knight
[Coruse] X2
[Verse 2 Murs]
Her name was Idola, she worked ?
Small little town below the border called Novala
She spoke little English but overall the music
Just a simple sins became hard to distinguish
So we got a private room where our conversation gloom
Beyond pillow talk, told me I'm the one you rode
And that soon would get to talking, of course me too
Was gonna be bilingual but growin up there
He didn't stand a single chance to advance
So she hoped to meet a gringo
That would be down to marry her
He didn't have to care for her
Could do anything but beat her
And she keep the house clean
And make sure he had comida
All he had to do was make believers of La Migra
Then she filed for divorce and set off on the course
Then he could step back into the joy of being single
I chose to interrupt, cleared my throat spoke up
I wish I could help you but you see I'm not a gringo
She laughed, I know you're not white
But you might know somebody
So she gave a website www.latinhotties.com
She said I'm number 37, I could make it happen quick
I already have a reverend that's prepared today
Then the tears came, wiped her eyes apologized
And said it wasn't pain
There wasn't much time before her kid was old enough to understand
Then she ?
[Course] 2X
(Verse 1: Slug)
...And then the vain start to pop from the blood
Pushed away from the heart
Patience, I need more, as my temper becomes tempted
To up and down on this seesaw
I should escape, I should disappear
Its gettin clear, crystal clear
I'm in a bad position here
I gave you power, gave you control
But you had to play the role
Reckless with the treasure that you hold
There isn't much as unsatisfying
as the blind man listening
Believing in the one that's lying
Hide the crying, tears in the pocket
A fool for the interlude that introduced the moshpit
Exhausted by the storm, before the calm
Holding on to a memory, keeping it warm within my palm
Wake up, Time Bomb, the clock is ticking
Shot the gift and all you got's a pot to piss in and some wrong decisions
And here you are again, emotions in your hand
Like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstance
Tell me that it hurts again
Tell me that it weighs you down
Tell me that you need me
And I'll tell you that I hate you now
FUCK YOU, you don't know what you need
And this is the last time I tell you
Next time I'm gonna leave
I can't watch your destruction
I can't trust your judgement
I swear to God your better then this
I wish you'd quit those drugs, bitch
(Slug and Murs)
High or low, hot and cold, took the wheel, lost control
Good and bad, wrong or right, die or live a longer life
Stop and go, in and out, touch and feel, scream and shout
Back and forth, up and down, off the course, fuck it now
(Chorus: Sung by Slug and Murs: Repeat 2X)
I can't sleep now. life keeps me awake.
(Verse 2: Murs)
Now here I stand, at the threshold of anger
A pathway-- to which I am no stranger
Danger lurks the other side, once I cross, I black out
And I start to act out, act my age, act my color
Act a fool, actin' other then myself (in a way)
Quick, to the shelf, and dusted of the AK
i walk with no reason, America's demon
I reside and hide in the beast underneath
A inch of flesh and skull, if the brain vain pops
Might become a vegetable, so I take the stress in full
Pull hard on a cigarette
thinking that an aneurysm might just be a quicker death
I flick the Red and keep in step
Figure stress to make you blow your brains out
From the inside, without the double barrel
Blood bubble, eyes narrow
Vains bulged from the forehead
More trouble than it's worth
gray matter goes red so I pause for my head
two fingers to my temple as the tempo increases
not for peace, but a piece as in cold steel
I hold still, clutch...
Want to cock back, bust and thrust this pressure from my head
Before my brain starts to flush
Hush, you hear that? It's the voices that's talking
Squalkin, mocking, got me stopping, twitchin and itchin
To get into some shit then--- (scream)
Head spinnin, they winnin, blendin, evil would say
it bendin' my wheel sendin a chill till I...
(Chorus 6X)
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 now you walkin a plank
Try to do it like this but you drawin a blank
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 rock sweet but you aint
Been around no-will shit 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 run and mase
Thought it be fun to front on tape
Now you wish you woulda have stuck to drum n' bass
But you had to be hard on the boulevard
When you never gang banged a day in ya town
Try to be a manhuter the streets ain't a jungle gym nigga stop playin
around
Lay it down
(Chorus: repeat 3X)
This is the Dance!
You don't wanna be late cuz the moment won't wait 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 the finest 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
Who said she know to swallow but not margaritas
Body on point so I follow the leader
Need more tequila so I swallow the liter
How can the night get sweeter (cant)
So I passed out woke 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 truth laid out (stop the gossip)
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
Lent 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 rest
I wanna pattern how the drum scheme mechanism I.D. jux breath commence fresh
Test the mesh, metal on the chestplate tech
Better wear the smile right, wanna frown like die right
With a highlight primal fright in a prime life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88'
It's the revenge on the whits and lazerface 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 or bazooka tooth die so useless
So use this 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
Jukie with a shake ring catapult crawl thru the trenches
Revelation manifacture eat senses all city
All 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 lawless constant progress whose with me
Fabolous thunder bird word nerd unda that tom pill shit
Who heard kill quick
And independent since 96' they still ride ya dick
I refined the style with wild wit from an era with an automan mix
Community watch groups enlist young kids
Hit the road skippy
I don't answer to you george bush or the war time commitee
Dumber than a mongaloid race movin shit
With a heart of hell's tutelage bruisin shit
Every time you make a move the industry start the new movement kid
I'm not losin bitch
Essentially on the edge of a generations new ruthlesness
Who's in charge, take me to ya leader man stop the foolishness
Cop the new shit bitch
(Slug)
I was sitting at the stoplight
In my car rolled down the windows
When this driver pulled on side of me
And offered me some indo
I told her that I didnt smoke
But I thanked her for the offer
I thought I might just ask her name
Instead I made a left
(Murs)
On 3rd and La Cienega
Can't front I was into her
She offered me a blunt
Damn I wish I smoked Indica
Cause I'll remember her
From the center of Beverly, she was heavenly
Still on my mind from a while back
She had a smile that shook the clouds off the sun
A set of lovely lips made me fumble my tongue
Hair up in a bun, up under a cap
She was a down low beauty, see I like 'em like that
She kept it on the low, but high enough to see
She made me feel special, like she did it all for me
Not much up top, I would say about a B
Her pants hugged her frame, made me want to know her name
But I've never been the type to step up and spit game
In a mall full of women that were begging for attention
Fake eyes, fake tits, fake hair extensions
She walked through my dreams
Then she cut through the seams
(Slug)
My name is Sluggo
I live on the 7th floor
I live upstairs from you
I'm the one you try to ignore
If you hear music late at night
Some kind of party
Some kind of life
Just dont call the cops on me
Girl come up stairs and talk to me
She got the facial pierceing
Half done sleeve work
Change cashed in, reaction knee-jerk
Drama control functional alcholic
The barbie doll skirt
Professional flirt
She go chama, chama, chama
Chameleon hair color
Machete pesonality, carry a pair cutter
Talk a lot of shit
Walk like an egyptian
Loves to sleep with no favorite position
Bout 5'6, nice lips
Make her life hips
Tough soul, she fuck slow but fight quick
Eyeball daggers, walk with a swagger
I know you got troubles but it don't really matter
From what I gather
We should verse
Let's place bets to see who's gonna move first
Leisurely come speak to me
See life is like a song can you keep the beat
It goes
(Slug & Murs)
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Instead I made a left
You know what?
Yeah, the lil', lil', lil' stuff between your legs ain't gon' keep me
And neither is you callin' me every five minutes
Like you need to know what, what I be doin'
I'm at where I'm at and I'ma be where I'ma be
And that's about all you need to know
And you need to use your inside voice when you talk to me
'Cause all that raisin your voice with me in front of your friends
In the car and your cell phone and it, it, it's not hot, it's not cute
It's not gettin' you anywhere and it's about to get you fired
So, calm it down
She thought that makin' me wait was the way to get me hooked
Now fellas, we all know the oldest trick in the book
What you do you wait around, waitin' 'til she breaks down
One day at the crib, she gon' let you break ground
Soon found out she was so real wit it
One year, no love, man, who would deal wit it?
Me, I fell for it, romancin', financin'
A couple years back I woulda told you there was no chance in hell
But, oh well, here I was
That's how it be when you're fallin' in
I wouldn't say that, maybe it was
Them trips to the gentleman's club, oh well
That got me feelin' I was givin' but I wasn't gettin' back
Man, that story 'bout that cow and that milk ain't a fact
'Cause if you wait too long, the milk goes sour
And I like my love hot, no more cold showers so
Silly little girl, simple little girl
You didn't want me when I wanted you, you
I'm on to other girls, I don't want you in my world
And there's not a single thing that you can do, do
You're playin' on my phone and you won't leave me alone
I think it's finally time for you to get a clue, clue
You told all your friends about the time we used to spend
Now I'm 'bout to run it all throughout your crew, crew
Ooh, I called Pam, you know the one that always liked me
You tried to tell her that I had the drip, just to spite me
But she didn't buy it, guess what, was down to try it
And we did a lot more than kiss, I can't deny it
I took her to the Hyatt, tie her to the [Incomprehensible]
And took Tasha to the Hyatt, oh yeah, I went there again
And starin' in my windows is just not hot
Always thought you was a freak, never knew you liked to watch
And I'ma call the cops next time you come to my job
And my new girlfriend, she from the hood, she down to squab
And when she take out them earrings, crunch time, punch time
Believe me, I know, let me tell you 'bout this one time
I came home late, didn't call, wait that's not the point
She gets another fight, she's goin' back to the joint
So, don't waste her time, we both know you can't fight
Now quit hidin' in them bushes and go home, goodnight
Silly little girl, simple little girl
You didn't want me when I wanted you, you
I'm on to other girls, I don't want you in my world
And there's not a single thing that you can do, do
You're playin' on my phone and you won't leave me alone
I think it's finally time for you to get a clue, clue
You told all your friends about the time we used to spend
Now I'm 'bout to run it all throughout your crew, crew
Yo, I knew this silly chick was diggin' me
I said I had a girl but if you keep it on the low
Then you can get with me, see, I done switched the game up
Now she ask when I'ma leave her
You know the answer last time that came up
Why you keep stressin', just keep undressin'
This a headache I swear, I never learned my lesson
Told myself about these undercover dealings, why?
'Cause these silly chicks end up always catchin' feelings
And what I'm 'sposed to do
When a late night freak in the Jeep end up gettin' a lil' close to you
Close to who, close to me?
Nah, my lil' thing on the side, this ain't how it's supposed to be
Supposed to hit it, quit it, hit it again
Chill for a while then flip it again
But she started actin', crazy, I split to the end
She told the girls how I get down, now I'm hittin' her friend
Silly little girl, simple little girl
You didn't want me when I wanted you, you
I'm on to other girls, I don't want you in my world
And there's not a single thing that you can do, do
You're playin' on my phone and you won't leave me alone
I think it's finally time for you to get a clue, clue
You told all your friends about the time we used to spend
[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]
[ Murs ]
There's a party goin on, in my mind, that is
But really it's my crew and these three white kids
One brother, one sister, some other mister
I wonder what they'd do if I walk right up and kissed her
They'll probably just stare, nine dudes, one chick
I ain't tryin to play it fair
This supposed to be a party but it never made it there
I paid five bucks just to get up in here and they wouldn't let us speak
My homeboy Corey really had to take a leak
Now I'm five dollars poor, about to hit the door
When I thought about the kiss, put my tongue down her throat
Then her brother stepped up, she grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
You rappers can't write, you writers can't rap
So I'ma light this room on fire and take a nap
The women like to smile, the women love to frown
So I come out to play after the sun goes down
Ain't got no money but I gotta lotta love
The fridge is empty but the belly is stuffed
Happy New Year, gonna be a good year
Need to keep it steady, so I'ma put my foot here
Ugly as fuck, beer gut, dandruff
Too high to sit still, too drunk to stand up
And if you ain't wearin handcuffs throw a hand a up
Like you don't give a fuck, what
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
My life, respect that
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Murs ]
And that's why you added two nicotine habits
Murs/Slug is the group but "Felt" is the fabric
Known for reekin havoc on tracks automatic
We will not fall off, dagnabit
Steppin to the wax plate with a 900 average
Makin rappers run home, a Barry Bond habit
So savage, so sick, plus the stage show rips
I got the hardcore and the teenage chicks
All love Slug but who loves ugly?
I heard God does, shameless plug
But I don't give a fuck
Cause if his album does well then you'll pick this up
[ Slug ]
At best I'll give you credit to protest
Now let it rest and take your place on the bench
Put that arrogance back in that bottle
When these fools gonna use some common sense?
Easy to find but hard to catch
Regardless I still play my part in this mess
Far from the nest but home is the heart
Blesseth be the S, should've known from the start
I'm not tryin to be rude
But I sincerely wanna fuck the taste out of your mouth
Can you - wait, wait, I got sidetracked again
So I'ma chill and pass it off to my friend
And he says
[ Murs ]
Slug, I got your back cause that's what I'm here for
[ Slug ]
All they did was front so we snuck through the rear door
[ Murs ]
Bailin through the middle of it all feelin good
[ Slug ]
And the fellas yell what, girls screamin like they should
[ Murs ]
Now all the beautiful people in the house close your mouth
[ Slug ]
Let the ugly shout, show em what it's all about
[ Murs ]
So don't try to turn it out, forget the guns and the knives
[ Slug ]
We're gonna be alright, we're gonna be just fine
And it goes
[ CHORUS ]
[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!
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
Uhh, don't ingest, turn your stomach
When a brother only wanna see another brother plummet
Come wit'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 MC
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
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
Wat'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 dawg, 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
*I know, I know, I know* (sample repeats)
[Verse 1]
Feel free to hate me and to doubt me, but until you stood behind my plate
And peep the way I truly swing, you could never out me
See, opinions are like rap careers: Everybody's got one
And most of 'em out to zip, even less if it's a hot one
Like the radio songs that make us sing along
'Cause the beat is real heavy and the hook is real catchy
Make you nod your head steady, and you don't feel sketchy
'Til you're all by yourself, and you ridin' around
And realize to yourself how stupid it sounds
Mainstream or Underground, away team, home town
It boils down to the facts: Wack is wack
Camby can't hold Shaq, and a party ain't a party if
you don't bring a sack
Or your own 12-Pack or this 12 on the wax
I detail every track to make a sentence sparkle
Giving thoughts to the thoughtful, but I don't know
How I know how to pull these diamonds outta charcoal
I just know
[Chorus]
*I know, I know, I know*
Think you do when you don't 'cause uh.
*I know, I know, I know*
Think I don't when I do but uh.
*I know, I know, I know*
Think you do when you don't 'cause uh.
[Verse 2]
It's knowledge of self, knowing what you can and you can't do
And knowing to play the hand that God chose to hand you
I plan to double down when my turn comes around
I suggest you do the same, you can't take these chips with you
So it's best to play the game while there's breath up in your frame
Judge to death be the name, so I modern-day confuse
For you Latter Day souls, promote the type of fun
That makes your Saturdays whole, grey matter turn gold
With the stroke of a pen, help your spirit verge free
Before it chokes from within, me I'm cloaked in my sin
So I decorate my shrow, so the tat on my arm
Is the badge of a proud, B-Boy gone wild
In the rap sense of child born in '78
So I know no other culture just to set the record straight
I'm a vandal B-Boyin', turntable destroyin'
Right now it's the skills with the mic I'm employin'
'cause I
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I know tomorrow's not promised so handle business while you can
I know a friend's not a friend just because he lends a hand
I know a man's not a man, if he has to beat his woman
I know she'll push you to the point where you feel she had it comin'
I know you both love each other so a brawl would be senseless
I know this 'cause I lived it, and I mean every sentence
I know that 25 to Life is a very long time
I know that that's the reason that I have to go for mine
I know that waitin' on no man is the scheduled flight of time
I know that time is unfair when I listen to Sublime
I know that my time is comin' so I gotta keep runnin'
I know that our time is now so let's have a little fun and
I know you gotta feel me, or my fate is soon to seal me
I know that cigarettes and alcohol are out to kill me
I know I gotta quit, but not right know
I know I gotta quit, but I just don't know how; I just
(Chorus: Slug and Murs)
I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars
I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood
So what you don't like us?
Your girl probably would...
[Slug]
Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A
In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface
Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute
While I look across the sky for a limit
Come and get it, I'ma ride this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off
And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft
[Murs]
Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind
Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time
On land, on air, on mics and on sea
Let it all just be, good times on me
It's California, fool, flyest breezies in the world
And we can roll up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl
[Slug]
and it goes Puff Puff Pass
So you can kiss my ass
Oh you didn't know?
You must have missed the class
[Murs]
It's sunshine, one-time, MC's with punchlines
Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline
[Slug]
and tell em all to make some ruckus
For the fuckers in the clutches
And the soldiers in the trenches
And the wenches on the guest list
Call Heaven, tell them "Got a situation
Murs and Se7en came to breakfast
And they left with all the bacon..."
(Chorus 2X)
[Murs]
We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats
Every measure be complete to make sure it's buried deep
Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep
So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin
He can't break the seal so our music keeps playin
Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin
So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in
And we pimp this production as a present for the patients
[Slug]
Just€"Jump back, kiss yourself
And thank your God for your breath and your health
Life is short and all days, surprise
Keep your nose clean, open your ears and your eyes
[Murs]
Call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport
Incredible in court, an indelible source
An immeasurable force, the strength of her force
And I'm pushin metaphors just to better y'all course
[Slug]
Here, vision is blurry, living in a hurry
No worries, you can call me Chicken Little Curry
Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey
And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me
Here we go, Mr. Quiet Storm
Break down, take apart your heart and redesign the form
Tried to warn 'em, nobody heeded
So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the party needed
(Chorus 2X)
[Slug]
But baby, I'm only boarding 21 and higher
You're kind of young, you should settle down, tiger
Take a little time to, reweave the fiber
Reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter
[Murs]
Yeah, I freestyled with him-- and him too
But they still haven't gone through what I been through
Excuse me, what we've been through
Meaning me and you, see I'm just like you
Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com
Or maybe you're a critic
Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn't matter
Cause I'm still Murs and you're still bitter and
This is my verse and I'm talking to my listeners
[Slug]
So if you're Sleepless in Seattle
Disturbed in Pittsburgh
Lost it in Austin
Ann Arbor firestarted
Fuck me, Kentucky
You got me, Millwaukee
And the devil wore jeans in New Orleans
From Los Angeles €" to Minneapolis €"
We want to thank all of yall for havin us
Make it pleasure, make it sting
Whatever the way you swing
From the A to the Zing
I would never change a thing
[Murs]
R.I.P. Bigga B, Rob O-N-E
Says Unity and "Fly ID"
Wouldn't be here without them
So the love flows free
I wouldn't be here without them
So the love flows free
[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'ma seratone (sp?) and reuptake enhibitor broth eulessmonumin (sp?)
See me in hell cashing in on that See You in Hell thing
Decompose like Dorothy water bucket clutch which people smelting
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?
{*vocal sample*}
So many... so many, so many questions
So many... so many, so many questions
[Verse 1: MURS]
One of a kind so there's nobody like me
And I guess thats the reason that nobody likes me
Or is it that I don't like anybody else?
Can't quite figure it out so I keep to myself
Too street for the sheltered, underground fan
Too intelligent for play on your FM band
So I thought to crossover, but I left them plans
My resolve's to do me and do the best I can
And yes I am, aware that most of my fans are white
But I'm love em all, scope em, and open 'em when I write
Some may chastize, from the side, crack jokes
Say I'm not black cus I rep with white folks
MAN PLEASE!
I hear the hate in your voice when you say it
So I'ma keep makin music for whoever wants to play it
If I dont go gold, then my people say I flopped
But if I go triple platnum, I'm not Hip-Hop
[Chorus]
So I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't
But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't
Make my dreams come true, my team come through
Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you
I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't
But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't
Make my dreams come true, my team come through
Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you
{*vocal sample*}
So many... so many, so many questions
So many... so many, so many questions
[MURS]
Man! Motherfuckers always be comin up to me, you know
Askin me how come I dont kick no rhymes for the struggle
Or no conscience, revolutionary raps man...
[Verse 2: MURS]
Look; I'm not your average rapper talkin shit about the government
Its not that I'm lovin it; it's where I live
They tried to bomb the place where I wanna raise my kids
I dont know what everybody seems to think this is
It ain't a game, ther is no reign, they want America crushed
If you don't like Bush, you still dyin with us
And trust I haven't forgotten bout the schemes they been plottin
On my people for centuries, I know that eventually we'll be on top
So what they fightin overseas? Hell, they fightin on my block!
The black sheep of America's family. We are the flock
Gettin lead to the slaughter
Have to work twice as hard to keep our heads above water
And god forbid we start to rise through positive means
They'll send out a whole black operative team
Everytime a black leader steps up, he gets trampled
Do I start makin speeches or just lead by example?
[Chorus]
I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't
But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't
Make my dreams come true, my team come through
Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you
I'm damned if I do, and damned if I don't
But I got it in my heart so I'll be damned if I won't
Make my dreams come true, my team come through
Man take it how you feel it; on the real it's on you
{*vocal sample*}
So many... so many, so many questions
So many... so many, so many questions
[MURS]
So many questions. So what man? You hangin with El? You signed to Def Jux?
How much you get for your advance man?
[Verse 3: MURS]
Off this album right here I probably won't see royalties for 2 years
But shit I'm a straight up hustler! Aint nothin queer in this
Oops! I shouldnt've said that cause it disses on my publicist
I dont give a fuck! Cuz this is one man's view
And with this mic I'ma show what one man can do
I'ma hustler motherfucker like this world has never seen
Could sell Chloroform to a room of Evergreens
Toured around the globe with my legendary team
So I shouldnt have to beg to get a G a show
500 people pay ten bucks, then where does it go?
In the fucking promoter's pocket?!!?
That aint how its supposed to be
Nobody paid to see him; they paid to see me!
I'm not a full-of-myself, arrogant emcee
I'm only askin for a fifth, a measly 20 percent.
Im not tryin to get over, I'm just tryin to pay rent!
Right now I wanna thank ya'll for lettin me vent
And I'ma catch ya next show at the bar gettin bent
Notice I put my heart in every word I meant
Presentin it to y'all with the sincerest intent...
Thank you
[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 rent and food
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
[Slug]
You can't fuck with the felt flow
All the shit that you talking, don't help you grow
Mad face can't wait to catch you man made elbow
You see mee say hello, when I leave say helll no
I'm not an asshole, I'm a perfectionist
Travel the globe to have sex with pessemist
my ? my doctor and my excorsist
All suggest that we come here to wreck your shit
It's the treacherous, two plus Ant
If we can't do it, who the fuck can
they claim ? slave to the ringtone
I smell pussy in the bacon that you bring home
The fistfucking is function in this function
Enough to justify, shutting down youre production
Get off the mic.go straight at ya life for
One of these mc's puts it on youre wife
[Murs]
Your girlfriend got her panties off, once again
One naughty nasty shit that I done to her friend
So once again it's on motherfucker
And you won't do shit, you a bitch so fuck you
I didn't like myself this morning when I woke up
So keep talking shit like I won't loc up
I'm from ? we don't stop
when the police come, than the heat go poppin'
Now we stopping, we go in the house
You can get youre time for just try to show out
I'm trying to roll out, no doubt
Comming to take ya ho out
Popping that junk, young punk what you know about
Felt 2 me and Slug comming trough
When we serving these suckers like may I help you
Supersize when we ride on these busters
Murs two times with the L motherfucker
[Murs]
Man who the hell are you, trying bark trough
this is my episode and it don't co-star you
So shut youre fucking mouth
if you don't know what you talking about
Get on youre cellphone, call her, tell him
Now you running my name to the mud again
Who I fuck ain't none of youre bussines
What I lick or suck man mind youre bitchness
And that's bitchness, not ?
You ain't proffesional punk, youre a pimp's assistant
you ride shotgun, I try to whip fool
Pussy don't drive this car, bitch dick do
And if I hit you it's a knockout
You strowed in but I bet ya won't walkout
0-0-7-3-7-3-5-9-6-3
That's the code if you wanna fuck with me
[Slug]
You want a hit
Give me a dollar plus a beer and some head
Yo Ant turn up the snare till my eardrums turn red
This is for my people waking up and burn in bed
And this is for my people waking up to earn the rent
I didn't come start no message
I paid at the entrance I wasn't on the guestlist
Had a few beverage than left
because the rappers, hookers and ? werent to impresive
Dirty something getting closer to the turkey stuffing
Thirty husbands victem of a mercy snuffing
Birdy bugging on the botom line
But I'm bussing of the wine so everything is fine
put youre hands in the air, like you happy to have hands
I'm jump up and down like I'm happy to have fans
It's all stay away from the pistols and
I'm only 9 on the block
Bailin' to the liquor store with 2 dollars in my socks
Say, 'cuz when I talk, pants sag when I walk
Bumpin' Kday, 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 the pain
He did it in the pain like 3 years ago
And he just got home, now he bigger than before
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
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 that would ever dare to love me
Respect from my peers on the set 10 years
Bona fide 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
[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]
She got that mocha chino baby on the back of the bus
If you close your eyes and listen she would be one of us
Never did trust, her family at home
So she kicked it in the hood
Raised herself on her own
She talked with that tone but she white to the bone
You would swear she was black if you spoke on the phone
Some say it's overblown but she don't give a damn
All the black girls think that she want they man
But it's not your fault they attracted to you
That you blessed and you got as much back as you do
Most white boys say that you way too thick
And some brothas might say you the number one pick
You say "GIRRRL!", roll ya eyes, twist ya neck
But it comes from the soul
You don't mean no disrespect
And even when they check you, you just keep it movin
'cause in your heart you feel you ain't got nothin to be provin
Chorus:
Whether Chocolate or Vanilla
Or ya somewhere in between
Like cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white world
And this is dedicated to the dark skin white girls
Whether Chocolate or Vanilla
Or ya somewhere in between
Like cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen
Rejected by the black, not accepted by the white world
And this is dedicated to the dark skin white girls
Now she like The Smiths, The Cure, really into Morrissey
Heavy into rock, never fooled with the Jodeci
Notice she was never really welcomed by the others
Hard to find a date when it was only 10 brothas
In the whole damn school
And they thought she was weird
'cause she wore her hair different and she never joined cheer
Carmelancholy dolly with the polywanna syndrome
White stepfather, black daddy never been home
Went on the choir, she could hear her mom say
"Look at how she walks, why she talk that way?"
But girl it's okay
Ya black is beautiful
No matter how you dress
Or what you think you like
Forget what they say, you doin it right
No more grabbin on ya pillow as you cry through the night
Stand strong, hold ya ground at any cost
And know that everyone who tries to put you down is lost
Chorus
Now half and half of mixed girls
I know what the battle be
Everytime you go out it's "whats your nationality?"
Everybody always wanna dig up in ya background
You don't look... now how does that sound?
I couldn't tell you were... oh is that right?
Do you take it as a compliment or start up a fight?
Venezualan and Indian, Rican and Dominican
Japanese or Portuguese, Quarter of Brazilian
White and Korean, Black and Pinay
We'll find out later
It don't matter, ya fly
It don't really matter to most of us guys
We just need an excuse to get close or say "hi"
I know they call you stuck up,
Ya think you're too pretty
Spread rumors about you all throughout the city
So much attention, so many hatas
But don't be bitter, you'll be better for it later
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
[Murs]
Do it with me Sean, come on
[Murs & Slug]
Girl let me break you down like a shotgun
[Murs]
Not the Crip gang
Grab you by your hips sayin'
Pull you towards me
Kind of softly
But do it hard until you screaming "Get off me!"
But I won't stop, until you go pop
Orgasm have you screaming out your throat box
Now your legs shake, body vibrate
Cause I'm swinging this dick like a primate
Now she irate, cause I won't stay
I got 56 shows I got to go play
She saying no way, i got to cut her off
Then I see her backstage sucking Lucky off?!
What the fuck Sean, where'd I go wrong?
Should've kept it dark-skinned with no blondes
But these white girls, they got ass too
Still a sucker for a broad with some tattoos
So I had to, man I'm so silly
Excerising now a little pussy won't kill me
Rephrase that, cause I stay strapped
Nowadays you never know where the (A's?) at
[Hook: Slug & Murs]
A piece of me will always be inside of you
You're so sweet I'm gonna keep my eye on you
Come with me let me show you what I like to do
Girl let me break you down like a shotgun (2X)
[Slug]
Girl take your clothes off, its getting hot in hurr
Sign on the door knob, it says do not disturb
What, you looking at me like I'm bullshitting
Lose the thong and move around now so I can see the full kitten
Meow and purr while I seek out your curves
Take a hold of your controls and re-route the earth
This kid'll make you feel as fit as a fiddle
and treat every inch of your body like an invisible nipple
I know the pieces that need attention, relieve you of your weapons
Get undressed and dive deep into the estrogen
Feeling apprehension is unacceptable
I keep you comfortable enough to love your sexual festival
Let me put you on a pedestal, in bed I get medical
Excercise breathe control, cause everything is edible
What, you ain't never felt a tounge there?
Remove your underwear and tell your friends that nobody compares
Who's the new mack, I only spit true facts
Probably ain't the best but I bet I'm the best you've had
It's all fun now that the sun's down
Come around girl help me break the shotgun down now
[Hook]
[Murs]
Down ass bitches from Winsconsin (Winsconsin!)
Never did give her this johnson (johnson!)
But I really wish I did cause she looked that good
Talking in my top 10 man I put that on the hood
[Slug]
Round two shotgun clean and re-cocked
Teach some simple sign language to your g-spot
Locked, stock, and two smoking cigarettes
But first let me finish with some clitoris stimulant
[Murs]
I got this punk rock chick with these tattooed hands
She dresses kind of wierd, she a Atmosphere fan
Says she love Seven, never been with the Legend
So I took her to my room and layed her down for a blessing
Session was impression, open to suggestion
Had to kick her out because she ask to many questions
"Whats Ant like?", "What's Slug's favorite movie?"
Shot my load in her mouth and screamed "Fuck you Lucy"
[Slug]
Bedroom, backseats, park bench, motels
So much heaven I know I'm going to hell
I said "Oh Lordy, I've been so dirty, so naughty"
She looked me up and down and said "Don't worry, you go shorty"
Call me the gardener
I take care of the yard spending hours on the bushes and the flowers
Fuck shaving it, I like your little rainforest
Makes me want to write a million songs with the same chorus
Look, it's a simple thing.
I don't play well with others so all I ask is that you leave me the fuck alone.
Look I ain't tryna battle rap
Can't fuck wit none of that
I'm tryna have fun wit rap
I mean I'm done with that
Phase of my life
Now I'm tryin to raise this mic
And have the crowd shout back
And I really doubt that
Should violate ya zone
I wanna be left alone
So that I can sit at home
Play a few games
Conduct some business on my phone
I'm a grown ass man
With a flow that stands up to any competiton
Ain't tryin to be the best
Just give my own rendition of it
Love it? If not
Fuck it. Just leave it
I don't believe it's a crime
For you to simply be not feelin my rhymes
But please don't hate me
Or attempt to violate me
Let me tell you I try
But even I can't escape me
I'm everywhere I go
And everywhere you go
So let's respect each other and get on with the show
So that we can get this dough
Look I'm walkin down the street
And you ridin in ya car
A plushed out lex
So why you lookin at me hard
Man roll up ya window and mind ya own
Do I look like I gangbang?
I'm tryna go home
You step out that car and you might get ya ass beat
Oh wait, you probably tough Got a heat under the seat
It ain't like I ain't never seen a gun before
It ain't even like I never had to run before
But you don't really wanna kill me
You wanna act like a real G
But living out ya rap fantasies don't thrill me
But hey
Whatever floats your boat
Go ahead and pull it out
And I'll give you a quote
Like "Aw, big homie, please give me a pass"
But ain't it sad you need another man to kiss ya ass
But my manhood is secure so I'll bow and play the role
By the way ya light turned green like 30 seconds ago
And Now I got these white folks that be lookin at me funny
Lookin down on your boy cause they makin more money
Or at least they think they do
When we got lawyers and doctors that look the way I do
So don't act so astonished
Cause I hold a conversation without usin my ebonics
And don't twist up ya english soley for my benefit
Insulting your intelligence while lookin like an idiot
I'm so sick of this I shouldn't go through this no more
Following me around your store is so early 90's
Can't even touch the merchandise without you comin up behind me
Askin if I need assistance like every other minute
When you need to be watchin them Winona-lookin bitches
It's the new millennium
We on our 4th pentium
But if I even raise my voice then the policemen'll come
Cause you probably still mad denyin jesus was black
(Murs)
hey whussup this is muthafucking Murs
here with muthafucking basik
you know what im sayin i got a foul ass mouth
but not really givin a fuck this is all freestlye
One tape do it like this no fakes
On the microphone distroy all snakes
In the grass Murs will beat that ass
If it has to come to that type of situation
But i really know that patience is a virtue
But I just might hurt you call it curtins
Pull up a skirt on a few emcees actin
Bitch wanna change off that switch
Like a light 25watt, you ain't that bright
Might get socked in the night
Where i'm from Mint City, where we roam
Come hard over drums
Everybody wants to hum
Some other niggas song, be on the dick
Of other crews too long now wheres your song
At got a whole tape but ain't nobody else
Gonna kick a rap unless they famous
Thats the fool from table of contents
Your whole porpose is aimless
Need to get some shit Condence it
Into one form have a common goal
When I'm bombing soul on this track
Everybody knows my spirt comes intact
Never um post hande or should I say
On strike like UPS I might just incave yo chest
Like this make a casium when i spit this shit
Have your chest doing spasum Fantasium
Like that four with the spikes
Everybody knows i dont sport nike's
Well I really kinda do cause I cant afford
Other shoe They cost to much
Everybody wanna rock the dutch
Or other should I say the British walking
Shit talkers from New York Get cooked
Burnt up, I stay way like pork
How many emcees have said that I've read that
Rap book you had all them rhymes you had
Was wack, Take it like that uh this nigga Murs With a freestyle verse
with basik
Your whole stlye is wack so face it
This nigga Murs with a freestlye verse
And basik your whole style is wack just face it
Cant Replace it
(Basik)
Cant replace,Cant replace it one on one
This is Basik Yo checking in one two
Watch out for your whole crew
We might do them by the two's
Three's and a hundreds I got you in a tundra
Freezing your toes Basik emcee expose
Superstition, I guess you thought you was Wishing you was in another
state
I negate no property, Basik emcee afully
All up in all these Emcees
Taking them off stage with a swift kick
You might sling from my dick
Matter of fact You's a trick
Sell you on the coner for two bucks a less
You be selling your rhymes
Like it was two bucks of stress
Just a little bit of style
And a little bit of this
And a little bit of spice here
And a little ingrediant there
Now ima come out then ima start to stare
Mad doggin wack emcees
Ima stomp em with girls clogs
And keeping them cloging up
Like arteries Fool's be swellin up
Thinking they gonna serve me
I think not
I'll put you in my pot
Everythings for 50degrees got it hot
Pull out about four emcees please
Watch me ease of all eww
All these punks never
I'm way to clever
Used to live down the street
>From this fool named Trevor
But he got a little shaddy
So I had to make him not my baby
Had to serve him
And send him on the curb
And send him on the street
And run him over with my Honda Accord
Never Bored
While I soared in the sky
Basik emcee will never die
Im living continuosly
Mater of I should say infinative
You wanna live up dont step up
You might limp back
Watch for the attack
>From me and Murs you've gotta stay dope
If you don't wanna be wack
Thats obvious
Matter of fact Im seein this
Threw the scope of my eyes
Matter of fact i got three of them
Matter of fact i got five of them
Cause im counting my glasses
Kicking many asses
All through Like going slow like malasis
If you want me to slow down the style
Leave a wack emcee
Thinking ima gon get wild
Now wait little child
You might get smacked
you need a pasifire
You a wack emcee you was a lyre
Talkin about you was 10 leauges higher
But 10 leauges lower in the sea
Wanna be me
I bet you wanna clone
You drone
I'm like the bully of the block
Ima take yo twinkies out your lunch box
Then take your money
And put it in my socks
And then walk down the street
With this damn beat
That shit is thumpin
Keep bumpin in the bay area
With my man Murs
Wanna kick a freestyle verse
Leave a wack emcee in a hearse
Now you cursed
(verse 1)see my life is like a song, i just dont know the words so as i try to hum along people say that im disturbed stare and call me a loon, say im singin' out of tune but my musics got direction so i know wut im doin', dont know where im goin' but i got to keep movin' even if my next step is obscure by the present gotta find the next rung on the stairway to heaven, walkin as an MC or do i dare the word, spreadin' love through this music is the gospel of a legend all i ask is the open ear and mind of my regimen, for the purpose of the session is to make the troubles fade away, lay back and relax and let this music make your day, it takes about as much effort as it did to make this place so go ahead and close your eyes let your mind fade your craters keep the rythm to your dreams so u cant run away, theres a song in every heart so please beleive me wen i say,
(chorus)Everywhere you go you hear, music, you feel it in your soul once you, do it, so if u want to roll you can, do it, just open up ur heart listen, through it, Every where you go,
(verse 2)see my life is like a song and i think i know the words, and as i start to sing along the whole verse becomes a blur, so i freestyle improv, make mistakes and evolve, the obstacles repeat 'cause naturally you revolve, it takes one skip to trip and wreck your whole room, the metronome is swingin' right in tune with your mood, so keep a positive mind try to keep it up tempo, ninety three bpm's just seems real simple, it takes a real pro to know how to move his crowds, pour bacardi up once the heart is to keep arroused, sometimes life will hit you just to try to get you down so heres some jewels from my crate that'll make it turn around, you gotta learn your sound and love your voice, go with what u feel, dont regret your choice, just make your next move dig deep and blend with it, destiny's a twelve inch and its all in how u spend it,
(chorus)
(verse 3)see my life is like a song and i do know the words, they've been written on my palms i just cant read the curves, 'cause the language has been forgotton so im plottin' my own course, i get a mic for every digit if reviewed in the source, 'cause my song is a classic and theres not one like it, i just need an engineer that could run around and mic it, or maybe get a ghostwriter, what most call a psychic, but it wouldn't be my song if i let them recite it, plus god's an ANR and he's givin' out bills to all us up and coming artists who show true skill, executive producin' is what we want to loosen, and every artist gets his fifteen minutes to be a nuisance, and then they're played out im hopin' for a fade out, so i could say what i have to say on my way out, and they say every great hit song is three minutes, so try to make it count so when you bounce they're still spinnin',
(chorus)
(spoken)yo we gotta keep movin' on cuz im seein' people and they're not ready to roll, damn, you gotta celebrate, you gotta understand, you gotta be a part of, music, music, music....yo and just remember, this is a legendary moment brought to you by MURS
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 wanna 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 punked 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
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
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 bound
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 squeeze two times for the homie, rest in peace
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
It was a year to this day that my best friend died
For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried
And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted
What up though?
Welcome to Varsity Blue,
My personal therapy EP for colored boys.
It's when you start to get a gut
And you don't go out as much.
You and your own homeboys barely even stay in touch.
You be doin' too much.
You tryin' to build a career.
Got a one bedroom
And a fridge full of beer.
You smokin' cigarettes like it's goin' outta style.
Used to be strugglin'
Now you gettin' dough in piles.
On the real you haven't been truely happy in awhile.
Yo mind ain't right
Cause you got issues on file
That you been building since a child
And still haven't dealt with.
Thanks to Hennessy and chronic,
You haven't felt shit.
But once you sober up
It's like your brain is blowin' up.
You get headaches and can't sleep.
You nervous for no reason.
When everything is quiet you can hear ya heart beatin'
Start poundin' hella fast
And you feel like you tweekin'.
I'm speakin' to y'all
Who know what it's like.
And might have to be on medication for the rest of ya life
It's for them varsity blues.
To all of my dudes
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for them varsity blues.
To my backpackin' crews
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for them varsity blues.
To my ???
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for the varsity blues.
To all of y'all who pay dues.
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's when you been with the same girl for over a year
Knowing deep in your heart that marriage is ya greatest fear.
How you supposed to settle down with all these ladies out here?
So many different types: Black, Latin, and White.
Now ya girl might be tight, but she's not the only one.
And this is your life and you got only one
To live, so live it up
Or do you give it up?
That's why I'm singin' the blues for y'all who know whas up.
If your girl cheats on you, she's a whore, she's a slut
But if you do the same thing, you just bein' a man.
Now we can truely understand what our fathers went through.
I know you cheated on your girl and it's botherin' you.
But she'll never find out cause she was out with the crew.
And she can't be hurt by what she never knew.
But deep down inside you wanna tell her the truth
But if you do, she might leave so what should you do?
It's for them varsity blues.
To all of my dudes
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for them varsity blues.
To my backpackin' crews
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for them varsity blues.
To my ???
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for the varsity blues.
To all of y'all who pay dues.
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's varsity blues cause I landed in
Most every hood activity and rap Mid City.
To retire from these streets that for years attempted killin' me.
My hood and dead homies will forever live in me.
Keepin' me inspired through the dramas life's giving me.
I willingly sacrifice my life on these beats
So when I play it back I kill the demons in my sleep.
Or at least to understand why I am the way I am:
Mean-spirited and angry and I don't give a damn.
Mad at the world. That's why I never had a girl.
Incapable of lovin' anyone who could betray me.
She made out with my best friend. It sorta drove me crazy.
Along with the sore that I opened down in AZ
And at the same time I blew the engine on my Caddilac.
Cost me seven Gs so you know that set me back.
Which eqauls varsity blues and panic attacks.
It's for them varsity blues.
To all of my dudes
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for them varsity blues.
To my backpackin' crews
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for them varsity blues.
To my ???
Who hustle hard and never learnt the meaning of lose.
It's for the varsity blues.
To all of y'all who pay dues.
i'm hyperactive-you twice the faggot to bite a fat Penis//
mine; imagine you wrapping ur lips around it to make me splat quick//
fine; you have long hair and pretty nails//
but that does not exclude this dude into proving the fact he's not really male//
i'll fill him well-with a hundred buckets of wombat semen//
you wanna fight me cause you don't like me more that likely-right? good cause it's combat season//
i was a lost cause-kicked in the nuts and had to get gauzed balls//
downed a 5th of tall paul and the nurse left the room with glossed jaws//
she said it wasn't consentual-oh well i was into you//
tried to spit in you-leave you with a kid or two-then get rid of you//
i was doin 85 on a mountain bike//
drunk,saw a couple of cops-tried to sober up and down some sprite//
but i'm goin out tonight more or less imma clown and fight//
and it's a thousand dikes in the light and they all gone down my pipe//
i don't care if you lick clit, eat tush and don't wear lipstick//
Now there's one in hood off Picko or some shit
Through the years it's been the center for a lotta 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?"
Never mind, 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
I heard that heaven is a halfpipe well thats only half right, you dont have to skate vert to find your heaven on this earth, you can skate a parking lot and see it all for what its worth, heelflip 12 stairs still recieve your share, hardware to the wood no risers at all, for the low life skater with the speakers and all, now they got platinum chains to match they brains.understand in not hating im just saying that its strange that Hosoi's locked up Tony Hawks got a game, Even though everything has changed I still love it the same. 16 years** later still doing my thing, this goes out to all my riders' who dont gang bang.
It used to be so dope we rode from cops at the spots,
Making magic, reaking havok in your local parking lots,
Now*** lets rock.
Pulling 15 stair nose slides,
With my homies pulling airs backside,
Old sK00l Dogtown Bertslide****,
Evertime we bailed we got back up and tryed.
Now i first started skating back in 1986 and i still cant land a motherfucking kickflip.
I just like to ride, kickturn, carve the bowl.
And my most impressive flatland trick, ollie the road.
Even though im not out of control, its good for my soul to go out and test my limits, no coach, no scrimmage.
Its one of the few sports in life thar promotes independance, so this is my ode to everyone who roll.
Chorus:
Now you can ride for fun, flow, am or pro ---- its not about that dough,
Although it is nice to make loot at what you love, like me and James Craig talking life over Grovel, me and G-Mo's-- If they dont let you wear your skate shoes then fuck them scrubs.---
Chorus:
[Slug]
I'm not a player I throw up a lot - "I know"
The wicked walk amongst us and you don't know me that well
Prolly shouldn't trust the story I tell
I'm gonna speak it how I saw it because I call you my friend
So take a drink from the gauntlet and sit down whence
Once upon a time before gas masks at school
Back when cash was the golden rule
There were two super heroes who tried to bring love to the earth
One was slug the other one was Murs
[Murs]
The team s and m not for sadomasochism
But trying to save the innocent from the master's prison
Airwaves disaster-ridden, we wear masks for a livin
And we make dope songs, the task we were given
We're to air out the main stream brain washed zombies
Who wanna smoke blunts and live with their mommies
Two mouths to feed no urge to succeed
Cause the music don't inspire him to go and take the lead
So...
[Slug]
Lets hit the streets
Catch bullets with our teeth
Get the kitten out the tree
Bring evil to its knees
Clean its mouth out with bleach and send it on its way
Bring the children a better day
[Murs]
So they can go out and play don't have to be players
Now the music is so cold that they listen to it with layers
So we try to warm em up, gamma-blast through the speakers
Cause we 'Leaders of the New', how about our 'Sound of Zeekers'?
And we drownin out the weaker, findin rhymes like heat-seekers
From the blast that's in the wrists, combattin evil
With some wax in our fist, on tracks we don't miss
Uncanny classic hits, who's the team that can't be dissed?
[Chorus:Slug]
Its the two
Its the two
(You can not see it)
The two
(The keepers of the wisdom and power)
Its the two
(You can not see it)
[Murs]
Now day in day out
We fought continuous bouts
At every corner of the world where we heard evil shout
Hearts filled with courage bank accounts full of doubt
We gotta find a way to make it all balance out
[Slug]
Now even heroes gotta eat and put fuel in the tummy
So it started getting real when the two ran out of money
And if you saw them you wouldn't be able to tell
Did a fine job saving mankind from hell
[Murs]
Well we saved the world and brought joy to the masses
But couldn't save ourselves from the government and taxes
And the justice league so we had to pay dues
When we couldn't ante up the kicked us out the crew
Now in the hood there were a few who did appreciate the saga
But didn't have the ends to fund this armada
So now we were the two with no H2
And open to attack from every wack crew
[Slug]
And the fateful day came could it be
That two had been beat
Do they face defeat
Overcooked time to climb out of the book
Had a grasp let go lost grip when it got shook
The magic Cadillac eats a lot of gas
Rent and food the two had no cash
So they had to get jobs at a record store
And every thing went back to how it was before
[Chorus:Slug]
They were the two
(You can not see it)
We were the two
(The keepers of the wisdom and power)
Where are the two
(You can not see it)
Now its up to you
[Slug]
And the moral to our stupid little song is
It doesn't matter who's the smartest or the strongest
Love ain't enough for anyone to see it through
So make all checks and money orders payable to who
The two
(You can not see it)
Its the two
(The keepers of the wisdom and power)
The two
(You can not see it)
Its the two
(The keepers of the wisdom and power)
[Verse 1]
Now some claim gangsta rap's the CNN of the streets
But it's used as an excuse to pretend over beats
So I'ma lend my speech to all within my reach
To tell what really goes on from cells to the streets
Now in LA as you know there's a war going on
And it's been going on since before I was born
Though the undisputed origin has yet to be formed
It all used to boil down to the red and the blue
But that got fucked up as the many led the few
Now there's bloods killin' bloods and crips killin' crips
That's niggas killin' niggas they play kickball with
It ain't as simple as it was way back in '86
Let me give an example of some ol' MURS shit
My sect of mid-city is livin' on the edge
'cause there's four gangs at war and none of them wear red
Any new car or face could mean bloodshed
Which led to the other night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right
I'm bout to hit the block to see who's chillin' on the spot outside
When I put it in park, the homey got a SK aimed at my ride
So I step out slowly, 'body no one fear
He yells, that's Murs I see his beard from here
But I told this whole story just to make things clear
So it don't seem weird when I tell ya this here
[Chorus 2x]
Last night I almost got shot on my block
Not the block where I live at, the block where I chill at
Where I keep it real at, and used to pack steel
At times I feel it's the spot I'll get killed at
[Verse 2]
Now in the entertainment industry they have sweeps weeks
But it's Thursday in my hood when they sweep them streets
A whole fleet of the task that they simply call CRASH
That's Community Resources Against Street Hoodlums
If anyone should ask what the acronym reflects
Put into effect to try to keep the gangs in check
Now they're just another gang out bangin' they set
Known for stirring up some shit when your hood is at peace
The only pig I know dying to create beef
But let me get on with my story so that all of y'all can peep
Once again I'm on my block right, known as Cloverdale
Playin' 2K2 while I'm talkin' on my cell well
While I'm inside eyes glued to the screen
CRASH rolls on my homies with the Thursday routine
What's your name, where you goin', where you been, where you from
We say the same thing while they just play dumb
We don't gang-bang we got J-O-B's
Still they make 'em turn around and get down on they knees
Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three
So when I run out on the porch to tell the homies come and see
I see 'em on the ground and I'm like, god damn
Plus I got this black Nextel phone in my hand
They both yell freeze, guns aimed at me
And even though I drop my phone it's plain to see
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It was a 2 month tour that ended in Japan
So the first day back I had to spend it with my fam
That night I was goin' down to holler at my folks
Have a few beers, smoke, and share a few jokes so
To the block I bail but when I got to the dale
Everybody's on the porch lookin' distraught as hell
They start to tell me on how some fools from the other side
just tried to kill T, he don't fuck with nobody
Just be mindin' his biz
So you have to understand what an explosive situation this Terry thing is
My nigga never gang-banged a day in his life so
Fuckin' with him is not a way to earn stripes
But a way to get wiped off the motherfuckin' planet
I don't claim to be a killer with a heart made of granite
But try to kill my best friend and it's on goddammit
I had the big homey roll me over to my place
So I could pick up this nine I kept just in case
of some shit like this, a box of hollow-tips
I slipped back to the block with the heat in my hand
We sat up in the house loadin' guns, makin' plans
They asked me was it stolen, and why I never told 'em
Nobody in the hood ever knew that I was holdin'
I told 'em I forgot but I did it on purpose
So they wouldn't ask to borrow it to go and do dirt with
Now we locked and loaded and about to hit the streets
When we look to the corner there's a Jeep tryin' to creep
With its headlights off, we all leap for cover
They start to let off now how does this sound?
When I hit the deck, my pistol hits the ground
So the homey picked it up and let off a couple rounds
After that went down I knew I might get clowned
So I shook to the crib to take a shower and lay down
The next morning woke up, rolled out of bed
I called my girl up and this is what I said
Go quit your job Joe and do what you do
Go be a writer Joe and work those issues
Go break some hearts Joe they'll forget you
Just do what you do
Go write that great song
Strong song
The I did nothing wrong song
The blame song
The same song
The here's why you where wrong song
The new song
The old song
The this all sounds the same song
Are you happy
Are you happy
Hit the road Joe and do what you do
It's been a while Joe and they all miss you
They want those songs Joe fill out those shoes
Just do what you do
Go write that great song
Strong song
The I did nothing wrong song
The blame song
The same song
The here's why you where wrong song
The new song
The old song
The this all sounds the same song
Are you happy
Are you happy
Go write that great song
Strong song
The I did nothing wrong song
The blame song
The same song
The here's why you where wrong song
The new song
The old song
The this all sounds the same song
Are you happy
I don't know about you, but first thing I wake up every morning
look in the mirror say to myself is...
I am going to die
And I've come to terms with that
But the when, where, and how's where the concern is at
It's fucked up that I'll be dead when I've learned all of that
Fact is we mustn't fear it
For fear is the mind killer
Elijah wanted to die and there ain't nothing iller
There's life and there's death
All else is just filler
So that situation you millin' that got you hella stressed
Trust it won't mean shit once you take your last breath
Kick the bucket by the farm
Eternal version of forget
To set the alarm
The deepest sleeper sleeps
I'm talking six feet deep
That final appointment
That we all have to keep
You know that knick knack cancels all the rest of your plans
In an over-priced box of carpet
Rock rocking that eternal b-boy stance
Your family and friends come to tears at first glance
Regret that they never said what they had to say
When they all had the chance
Hands down the worst shit
That could possibly happen
There ain't nothing like death
To straight fuck up your day
But ain't nothin' like living to make that feeling go away
So go ahead and play
For when the head coach calls a time out
You're permanently benched
It's too late to sulk about how your time was spent
Break up's a bad credit
It's all temporary
Be sure to make some memories for all your friends to carry
So when your soul slips through your retina
You sleep on a stretcher
You can rest in peace and know the world won't forget ya
And I'll catch you on the other side
We riders of the sea
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 now you walkin a plank
Try to do it like this but you drawin a blank
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 rock sweet but you aint
Been around no-will shit 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
'cause 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 run and mase
Thought it be fun to front on tape
Now you wish you woulda have stuck to drum n' bass
But you had to be hard on the boulevard
When you never gang banged a day in ya town
Try to be a manhuter the streets ain't a jungle gym nigga stop playin
around
Lay it down
(Chorus: repeat 3X)
This is the Dance!
You don't wanna be late 'cause the moment won't wait 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 the finest 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
Who said she know to swallow but not margaritas
Body on point so I follow the leader
Need more tequila so I swallow the liter
How can the night get sweeter (cant)
So I passed out woke 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 truth laid out (stop the gossip)
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
Lent 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 rest
I wanna pattern how the drum scheme mechanism I.D. jux breath commence fresh
Test the mesh, metal on the chestplate tech
Better wear the smile right, wanna frown like die right
With a highlight primal fright in a prime life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88'
It's the revenge on the whits and lazerface 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 or bazooka tooth die so useless
So use this 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
Jukie with a shake ring catapult crawl thru the trenches
Revelation manifacture eat senses all city
All 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 lawless constant progress whose with me
Fabolous thunder bird word nerd unda that tom pill shit
Who heard kill quick
And independent since 96' they still ride ya dick
I refined the style with wild wit from an era with an automan mix
Community watch groups enlist young kids
Hit the road skippy
I don't answer to you george bush or the war time commitee
Dumber than a mongaloid race movin shit
With a heart of hell's tutelage bruisin shit
Every time you make a move the industry start the new movement kid
I'm not losin bitch
Essentially on the edge of a generations new ruthlesness
Who's in charge, take me to ya leader man stop the foolishness
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 'cause 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
'cause 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
'cause 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
(Murs)
hey whussup this is muthafucking Murs
here with muthafucking basik
you know what im sayin i got a foul ass mouth
but not really givin a fuck this is all freestlye
One tape do it like this no fakes
On the microphone distroy all snakes
In the grass Murs will beat that ass
If it has to come to that type of situation
But i really know that patience is a virtue
But I just might hurt you call it curtins
Pull up a skirt on a few emcees actin
Bitch wanna change off that switch
Like a light 25watt, you ain't that bright
Might get socked in the night
Where i'm from Mint City, where we roam
Come hard over drums
Everybody wants to hum
Some other niggas song, be on the dick
Of other crews too long now wheres your song
At got a whole tape but ain't nobody else
Gonna kick a rap unless they famous
Thats the fool from table of contents
Your whole porpose is aimless
Need to get some shit Condence it
Into one form have a common goal
When I'm bombing soul on this track
Everybody knows my spirt comes intact
Never um post hande or should I say
On strike like UPS I might just incave yo chest
Like this make a casium when i spit this shit
Have your chest doing spasum Fantasium
Like that four with the spikes
Everybody knows i dont sport nike's
Well I really kinda do cause I cant afford
Other shoe They cost to much
Everybody wanna rock the dutch
Or other should I say the British walking
Shit talkers from New York Get cooked
Burnt up, I stay way like pork
How many emcees have said that I've read that
Rap book you had all them rhymes you had
Was wack, Take it like that uh this nigga Murs With a freestyle verse
with basik
Your whole stlye is wack so face it
This nigga Murs with a freestlye verse
And basik your whole style is wack just face it
Cant Replace it
(Basik)
Cant replace,Cant replace it one on one
This is Basik Yo checking in one two
Watch out for your whole crew
We might do them by the two's
Three's and a hundreds I got you in a tundra
Freezing your toes Basik emcee expose
Superstition, I guess you thought you was Wishing you was in another
state
I negate no property, Basik emcee afully
All up in all these Emcees
Taking them off stage with a swift kick
You might sling from my dick
Matter of fact You's a trick
Sell you on the coner for two bucks a less
You be selling your rhymes
Like it was two bucks of stress
Just a little bit of style
And a little bit of this
And a little bit of spice here
And a little ingrediant there
Now ima come out then ima start to stare
Mad doggin wack emcees
Ima stomp em with girls clogs
And keeping them cloging up
Like arteries Fool's be swellin up
Thinking they gonna serve me
I think not
I'll put you in my pot
Everythings for 50degrees got it hot
Pull out about four emcees please
Watch me ease of all eww
All these punks never
I'm way to clever
Used to live down the street
>From this fool named Trevor
But he got a little shaddy
So I had to make him not my baby
Had to serve him
And send him on the curb
And send him on the street
And run him over with my Honda Accord
Never Bored
While I soared in the sky
Basik emcee will never die
Im living continuosly
Mater of I should say infinative
You wanna live up dont step up
You might limp back
Watch for the attack
>From me and Murs you've gotta stay dope
If you don't wanna be wack
Thats obvious
Matter of fact Im seein this
Threw the scope of my eyes
Matter of fact i got three of them
Matter of fact i got five of them
Cause im counting my glasses
Kicking many asses
All through Like going slow like malasis
If you want me to slow down the style
Leave a wack emcee
Thinking ima gon get wild
Now wait little child
You might get smacked
you need a pasifire
You a wack emcee you was a lyre
Talkin about you was 10 leauges higher
But 10 leauges lower in the sea
Wanna be me
I bet you wanna clone
You drone
I'm like the bully of the block
Ima take yo twinkies out your lunch box
Then take your money
And put it in my socks
And then walk down the street
With this damn beat
That shit is thumpin
Keep bumpin in the bay area
With my man Murs
Wanna kick a freestyle verse
Leave a wack emcee in a hearse
Ready?
Uh huh
Aight
After tonight
Don't leave your girl 'round me, heartbreaker for life
Ask my homeboy 9th
Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of 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?
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'
Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of 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?
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
Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of 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?
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 most 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
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!)
Bad Man!
Bad Man!
Bad Man!
[Sample]
3x Come on tell me 'bout your problems
[Murs]
The problem with me is that I think too much
relying on this pen and this ink too much
and I do too much - I'm always on tour
accumulating voice, till I forgot about the score
And the problem with you is you don't think it all
your brains deadweight so you sink and you fall
you drink and you smoke till your motivation gone
and you know this is true so you hate this song...
[Slug]
The problem with me is cold dependency
so afraid of the day that you won't remember me
knee deep in ansciousnes, knee deep like an infant
escapism, beats, rhymes, alcohol & women
the problem with you - you let yourself stop believing
and now you're afraid of your own thoughts and feelings
forgot how to share what I love most about you...
lost your voice - now no choice but to doubt you
[Murs]
Now the problem with the world? ...the lack of respect
for our earth, for our children - for the future we neglect
for the morals, for the values, for the god that we select
millions die everyday without a cause to affect
The problem with the revolution? ...it's never gonna happen
through these marches, through this music,
through these motherfuckers rappin'
through these communists, these socialists or any other faction
armchair activist - all talk no action...
[Slug]
The problem with the people that I stay surrounded with?
...they all wanna replace faith with a psycologist
bring the evolution, wheter thinkin it's pollution
when they're swallowing the balance, and they're drinking the solutions
The problem with the people that I won't stand next to?
...they don't hear the songs that we sing for the rescue
the keys of life - the basslines of sadness
so people that don't have - reach out and grab it
[Murs]
The problem with hiphop? ...shit nothing at all
it's an artform that ranges and it changes it evolves
it's not always for the better, but patient with it ya'll
for our time will come and the wicked will fall
The problem with this song, is it's not long enough to say
how fucked up it is that we live in this way
nothings is alright ...but everything is okay
so we plan for tomorrow but we live for today
[Slug]
The problem with sex is selfrespect - calibration
the orgasm serves as your validation...
and the problem with love, is that it lives in a book now
the problem with drugs is that theyre too fucking good now
the problem with logic is theres too many loopholes
and the problem with truth is that it's usually brutal
the problem is I can't trust most of what I see
so Fuck it! ...all the problems of life must be me!
|Mama said she gets it all the way
...Biggest lie she ever told
Papa said hed bring us brighter days
...Biggest lie he ever told
When they said this world was ours
Felt like we got body and soul
they think they had a cure for pain
M.U.R.S a nigga known to rip a microphone
Leave you enthrasted in the zone
Much to advanced to clone
Master of this urban rhyme science
Combined my legendary alliance
9th wonder of the world right after the giant
East Oakland California is where we conquer
The formula to leave compititions silent
See rarely pull that B in emcee
Thought i'd give it to u straight
At the one eight zero degree
And I should be the man
Receiving Platinum certificates
Cause this shit will get heard a million times
Rhymes so intricate heads will have to rewind
Sometimes I feel like quiting
Until I hear a nigga up there with a microphone
bullshitin, I'm like that's koo shut the fuck up
If he knew where i was sitting
Got a dope Rhyme for everytime
A beady touch my lip, an been added to the text
For about five years so that makes
Eighteen thousand two hundred fifty
Dope rhymes just to hit your ear
Precise Calculations nigga master the equation
Cause mathematics and understanding
Rules supreme, so i suggest your ass
Get down with the winning team
and in it seems to be 9
Niggas know when to strike out like Doc Gutton
Once they've met with my mind
So wanting to reach and fuck up
My herbs run average, I'll turn one savage
Raise to let you know
I got a grip of microphones
You still at that Grabbing stage, to have it stage
Hard to kick, like bet money underneath my feet
Your shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack
muthafuckers Don't mix
Like music to drive by and way to funky
So these nigga's get ate quick
Couple punk muthafuckers got me thinking Freestyle battles ain't shit
so my ass is trying to quit, but this rap game
Got to many glitches
For example Underground rap shows
(Slug)
I was sitting at the stoplight
In my car rolled down the windows
When this driver pulled on side of me
And offered me some indo
I told her that I didnt smoke
But I thanked her for the offer
I thought I might just ask her name
Instead I made a left
(Murs)
On 3rd and La Cienega
Can't front I was into her
She offered me a blunt
Damn I wish I smoked Indica
Cause I'll remember her
From the center of Beverly, she was heavenly
Still on my mind from a while back
She had a smile that shook the clouds off the sun
A set of lovely lips made me fumble my tongue
Hair up in a bun, up under a cap
She was a down low beauty, see I like 'em like that
She kept it on the low, but high enough to see
She made me feel special, like she did it all for me
Not much up top, I would say about a B
Her pants hugged her frame, made me want to know her name
But I've never been the type to step up and spit game
In a mall full of women that were begging for attention
Fake eyes, fake tits, fake hair extensions
She walked through my dreams
Then she cut through the seams
(Slug)
My name is Sluggo
I live on the 7th floor
I live upstairs from you
I'm the one you try to ignore
If you hear music late at night
Some kind of party
Some kind of life
Just dont call the cops on me
Girl come up stairs and talk to me
She got the facial pierceing
Half done sleeve work
Change cashed in, reaction knee-jerk
Drama control functional alcholic
The barbie doll skirt
Professional flirt
She go chama, chama, chama
Chameleon hair color
Machete pesonality, carry a pair cutter
Talk a lot of shit
Walk like an egyptian
Loves to sleep with no favorite position
Bout 5'6, nice lips
Make her life hips
Tough soul, she fuck slow but fight quick
Eyeball daggers, walk with a swagger
I know you got troubles but it don't really matter
From what I gather
We should verse
Let's place bets to see who's gonna move first
Leisurely come speak to me
See life is like a song can you keep the beat
It goes
(Slug & Murs)
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
Duh duh duh da duh da
You niggas sick but it's not the measles
You slanging rock hard at a flock of seagulls
When this shit drop it gonn shot the people
Like barac hit the block letting off the eagle
I even had that white boy, ben stiller
Chinese mix, call it chinchilla
Quick to drop the shit nigga didn't feel ya
And rap shit don't phase me,...
Sear to god I never needed a rap manual
All I need it was mary jane and some jack daniels
On my mama I always been a rap...
Smack a whack nigga to death with an axe handle
While you sitting around lolly gagging
I'm rolling chronic out the bag put the bally shagging
Man these niggas out here hardly rapping
I come through, impress the mike
And the... fashion
So, necessary that you respect a don
Especially if he on another echelon
I come through with nothing but the fresher songs
Where... track like I catch a song
Now the avenue never cut us on
You niggas is cosmetic it's...
I would get broke... I stole it from the rich kids
That's why we couldn't get along
West coast originator, never been an imitator
Full blown acetone, microphone disintegrator
Ah, I get ignorant in the midst of danger
Inventive... innervator
Where I'm from, we don't school or chop shit
They come through wearing red and blue while we pop clips
And I get higher than a cock pit
Let the chop' spit hollow tips out his top lit
This is the sound of an underground renegade
Who wears a crown and he's down to get any fame
... you ain't balling go get a bigger chain
Smooth criminal, hit a nigga through his window pain
And I was put here, to put fear and sus niggas
Nobody shook here, we don't give a fuck nigga
Yeah, drug dealers, slot pillars, mention it to my mob nigga
Fuck twitter
Gang bang it's thug niggas nurse to the kids
All respect the way I put these words to the beat
In other words he's a beast, every verse he completes
Bad bitches, actresses, even birds give him beats
And the music that make help the kids in the ghetto grow
Fighting for they freedom so they stay about the federal
Ah, the names and... somebody let them know
It's the perpetual flow, so I'll forever glow
... niggas straight about the fc
Catch them with the baddest bitch, burning up the best trees
Or prolly on some jet skis, I hustle collect g's
Last time you seen a check, was on your sp's
Yeah, respect over everything
[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
[ Murs ]
There's a party goin on, in my mind, that is
But really it's my crew and these three white kids
One brother, one sister, some other mister
I wonder what they'd do if I walk right up and kissed her
They'll probably just stare, nine dudes, one chick
I ain't tryin to play it fair
This supposed to be a party but it never made it there
I paid five bucks just to get up in here and they wouldn't let us speak
My homeboy Corey really had to take a leak
Now I'm five dollars poor, about to hit the door
When I thought about the kiss, put my tongue down her throat
Then her brother stepped up, she grabbed him by the coat
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Slug ]
You rappers can't write, you writers can't rap
So I'ma light this room on fire and take a nap
The women like to smile, the women love to frown
So I come out to play after the sun goes down
Ain't got no money but I gotta lotta love
The fridge is empty but the belly is stuffed
Happy New Year, gonna be a good year
Need to keep it steady, so I'ma put my foot here
Ugly as fuck, beer gut, dandruff
Too high to sit still, too drunk to stand up
And if you ain't wearin handcuffs throw a hand a up
Like you don't give a fuck, what
[ CHORUS ]
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
My life, respect that
Baby
Don't try to save me
People
Just let me be
Fucker
I'm not your brother
Step back
Rick James, respect that
[ Murs ]
And that's why you added two nicotine habits
Murs/Slug is the group but "Felt" is the fabric
Known for reekin havoc on tracks automatic
We will not fall off, dagnabit
Steppin to the wax plate with a 900 average
Makin rappers run home, a Barry Bond habit
So savage, so sick, plus the stage show rips
I got the hardcore and the teenage chicks
All love Slug but who loves ugly?
I heard God does, shameless plug
But I don't give a fuck
Cause if his album does well then you'll pick this up
[ Slug ]
At best I'll give you credit to protest
Now let it rest and take your place on the bench
Put that arrogance back in that bottle
When these fools gonna use some common sense?
Easy to find but hard to catch
Regardless I still play my part in this mess
Far from the nest but home is the heart
Blesseth be the S, should've known from the start
I'm not tryin to be rude
But I sincerely wanna fuck the taste out of your mouth
Can you - wait, wait, I got sidetracked again
So I'ma chill and pass it off to my friend
And he says
[ Murs ]
Slug, I got your back cause that's what I'm here for
[ Slug ]
All they did was front so we snuck through the rear door
[ Murs ]
Bailin through the middle of it all feelin good
[ Slug ]
And the fellas yell what, girls screamin like they should
[ Murs ]
Now all the beautiful people in the house close your mouth
[ Slug ]
Let the ugly shout, show em what it's all about
[ Murs ]
So don't try to turn it out, forget the guns and the knives
[ Slug ]
We're gonna be alright, we're gonna be just fine
And it goes
(Murs)
How do you say shut-up in japanesse
(Arata)
Navade
(Murs)
Navade, navade motherfuckers
[Verse 1]
Tracks like this
I wish that I could do it all over
But then again
You always make the better call
When you Sober Hung-over
Thinking what the fuck was gong on
The show went on late
And of course the sound
Didn't sound shit
Like when we checked it at eight
But it was all great
Even though most rap crews
Would have beat the sound
Then ask later
We the types that would kick the monoters
Off stage Just cause fools be on faders
You know the type of night
When dont a damn thing go right
And every broad your talking to
Wanna be at the club on the same night
Man life be fuckin with a nigga
I sware
But askin why me
Would only draw my ass crazy
So I try not to go there
Fuck it just charge it to the game
Sick of niggas not trying to buy a tape
Sware they're larger than the game
But nigga you ain't no better
Wearin that tommy hill
Like it's your Muthafuckin varsity letter
You ain't earned it
Your momma bought it
Now you trying to floss it
But that can cost you your life
Oh thats right
You from the suburbs
Only in the hood for the night
What about them nights
You was on your way to the spot
Got lost
Put up in the lot
Found out the club was over(DAMN)
And to top it all off
Everybody in the car was still sober
Man that shit be addin up
Have you in the car ride home
Quiet
Mad as fuck
Oh what about them times
You took a bus to the spot
Got stuck looked up
And none of the homies
Was inside(DAMN)
So you shit out of luck
All them times
You were in the middle of the floor dancing
Then had to duck
Because some stupid muthafuckers
Decided it was time
To shoot the party up
Man ya'll know whussup
With all them wack nights you've had
But remember it can always worse
When you think it's all bad
Nights like this
Got me tryin to put my piss through brick walls
Wish I was that bitch
From out of this world
Put my fingers together
To make this shit pause
And freak things to go my way
For once
Were movin all individuals
(Verse 1: Slug)
...And then the vain start to pop from the blood
Pushed away from the heart
Patience, I need more, as my temper becomes tempted
To up and down on this seesaw
I should escape, I should disappear
Its gettin clear, crystal clear
I'm in a bad position here
I gave you power, gave you control
But you had to play the role
Reckless with the treasure that you hold
There isn't much as unsatisfying
as the blind man listening
Believing in the one that's lying
Hide the crying, tears in the pocket
A fool for the interlude that introduced the moshpit
Exhausted by the storm, before the calm
Holding on to a memory, keeping it warm within my palm
Wake up, Time Bomb, the clock is ticking
Shot the gift and all you got's a pot to piss in and some wrong decisions
And here you are again, emotions in your hand
Like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstance
Tell me that it hurts again
Tell me that it weighs you down
Tell me that you need me
And I'll tell you that I hate you now
FUCK YOU, you don't know what you need
And this is the last time I tell you
Next time I'm gonna leave
I can't watch your destruction
I can't trust your judgement
I swear to God your better then this
I wish you'd quit those drugs, bitch
(Slug and Murs)
High or low, hot and cold, took the wheel, lost control
Good and bad, wrong or right, die or live a longer life
Stop and go, in and out, touch and feel, scream and shout
Back and forth, up and down, off the course, fuck it now
(Chorus: Sung by Slug and Murs: Repeat 2X)
I can't sleep now. life keeps me awake.
(Verse 2: Murs)
Now here I stand, at the threshold of anger
A pathway-- to which I am no stranger
Danger lurks the other side, once I cross, I black out
And I start to act out, act my age, act my color
Act a fool, actin' other then myself (in a way)
Quick, to the shelf, and dusted of the AK
i walk with no reason, America's demon
I reside and hide in the beast underneath
A inch of flesh and skull, if the brain vain pops
Might become a vegetable, so I take the stress in full
Pull hard on a cigarette
thinking that an aneurysm might just be a quicker death
I flick the Red and keep in step
Figure stress to make you blow your brains out
From the inside, without the double barrel
Blood bubble, eyes narrow
Vains bulged from the forehead
More trouble than it's worth
gray matter goes red so I pause for my head
two fingers to my temple as the tempo increases
not for peace, but a piece as in cold steel
I hold still, clutch...
Want to cock back, bust and thrust this pressure from my head
Before my brain starts to flush
Hush, you hear that? It's the voices that's talking
Squalkin, mocking, got me stopping, twitchin and itchin
To get into some shit then--- (scream)
Head spinnin, they winnin, blendin, evil would say
it bendin' my wheel sendin a chill till I...
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 2Pac 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 growed 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
Whattup though?
Murs, 9th Wonder
Murray's revenge
Y'all know what time it is
Shut your fat
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
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
[Verse 1]
Now some claim gangsta rap's the CNN of the streets
But it's used as an excuse to pretend over beats
So I'ma lend my speech to all within my reach
To tell what really goes on from cells to the streets
Now in LA as you know there's a war going on
And it's been going on since before I was born
Though the undisputed origin has yet to be formed
It all used to boil down to the red and the blue
But that got fucked up as the many led the few
Now there's bloods killin' bloods and crips killin' crips
That's niggas killin' niggas they play kickball with
It ain't as simple as it was way back in '86
Let me give an example of some ol' MURS shit
My sect of mid-city is livin' on the edge
'cause there's four gangs at war and none of them wear red
Any new car or face could mean bloodshed
Which led to the other night, I'm in my girl's Bug, right
I'm bout to hit the block to see who's chillin' on the spot outside
When I put it in park, the homey got a SK aimed at my ride
So I step out slowly, 'body no one fear
He yells, that's Murs I see his beard from here
But I told this whole story just to make things clear
So it don't seem weird when I tell ya this here
[Chorus - 2x]
Last night I almost got shot on my block
Not the block where I live at, the block where I chill at
Where I keep it real at, and used to pack steel
At times I feel it's the spot I'll get killed at
[Verse 2]
Now in the entertainment industry they have sweeps weeks
But it's Thursday in my hood when they sweep them streets
A whole fleet of the task that they simply call CRASH
That's Community Resources Against Street Hoodlums
If anyone should ask what the acronym reflects
Put into effect to try to keep the gangs in check
Now they're just another gang out bangin' they set
Known for stirring up some shit when your hood is at peace
The only pig I know dying to create beef
But let me get on with my story so that all of y'all can peep
Once again I'm on my block right, known as Cloverdale
Playin' 2K2 while I'm talkin' on my cell well
While I'm inside eyes glued to the screen
CRASH rolls on my homies with the Thursday routine
What's your name, where you goin', where you been, where you from
We say the same thing while they just play dumb
We don't gang-bang we got J-O-B's
Still they make 'em turn around and get down on they knees
Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three
So when I run out on the porch to tell the homies come and see
I see 'em on the ground and I'm like, god damn
Plus I got this black Nextel phone in my hand
They both yell freeze, guns aimed at me
And even though I drop my phone it's plain to see
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It was a 2 month tour that ended in Japan
So the first day back I had to spend it with my fam
That night I was goin' down to holler at my folks
Have a few beers, smoke, and share a few jokes so
To the block I bail but when I got to the dale
Everybody's on the porch lookin' distraught as hell
They start to tell me on how some fools from the other side
just tried to kill T, he don't fuck with nobody
Just be mindin' his biz
So you have to understand what an explosive situation this Terry thing is
My nigga never gang-banged a day in his life so
Fuckin' with him is not a way to earn stripes
But a way to get wiped off the motherfuckin' planet
I don't claim to be a killer with a heart made of granite
But try to kill my best friend and it's on goddammit
I had the big homey roll me over to my place
So I could pick up this nine I kept just in case
of some shit like this, a box of hollow-tips
I slipped back to the block with the heat in my hand
We sat up in the house loadin' guns, makin' plans
They asked me was it stolen, and why I never told 'em
Nobody in the hood ever knew that I was holdin'
I told 'em I forgot but I did it on purpose
So they wouldn't ask to borrow it to go and do dirt with
Now we locked and loaded and about to hit the streets
When we look to the corner there's a Jeep tryin' to creep
With its headlights off, we all leap for cover
They start to let off - now how does this sound?
When I hit the deck, my pistol hits the ground
So the homey picked it up and let off a couple rounds
After that went down I knew I might get clowned
So I shook to the crib to take a shower and lay down
The next morning woke up, rolled out of bed
I called my girl up and this is what I said
I'm from L dot A dot California 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 dawgs, 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, Gardena
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 thang don't insult ya
I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do every thang with a bang
And everybody wanna know, what set you claim
I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do every thang 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 ah, 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
Bandanas, facelifts, quick trips to Vegas
White t-shirt, Chuck Taylors or them K-Swiss
Poplockin', Crip walkin', chronic blunts, G-Funk
A place that everybody hate, but you gotta see once
I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do every thang with a bang
And everybody wanna know, what set you claim
I'm from L.A. ah, Southern California
Fool the West coast, where everybody is somebody
And the game is fame, do every thang with a bang
Whatup son. It's Murson.
It seems like nobody's trying man.
There's kids dying in Sudan and nobody cares man,
At least I'm trying, man.
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'll 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 who 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 so 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 uplifting.
Went from set-trippin' to trips around the world.
Oppurtunities are oysters: you might find a pearl.
You can't be scared to take that chance
Cuz if you rather knock twice then youre 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 mikes.
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, at night interpolated,
He chopped it up and laid it in a session and then 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 expresso and hot morning sex.
Early to rise and the last to fall;
The best thing for black youths is a 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 Powers 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 wil'in' 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 nice 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 statees for this thou.
It's sicker than a syringe that's 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 and hope I don't kick mine.
At 50-yd line against the wind through the uprights
While you just choke and can't win cuz you uptight.
Hah, he came to the game with two emcees,
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.
I was Mary J and Erica, Jean Grey, etc.
The name 9th Wonder and he crushing all competitors.
I cross-train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks,
Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that?
I speak clear like sample is in triplicates
Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this.
Insane, inpired, 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.
I shot a Warhol
Dead with my pistol
When the wind hit the hole
In the canvas it whistled
Beautiful with no frame
A face with no name
Glass full of cold fame
Chased it with slow pain
Nostrils of cocaine
Cocktail and kill time
Scenes from a bad film
Lived out in real time
Who plays the hero
Which one's the victim
Violent and fearful
They find their positions
Pride and ambition, the enemies inside you
Tendencies to listen, even when you're lied to
Pry through the details
Unmask the myth
Try to impress the cast
With acid trips
Mash your lips against a cold hard bottle of
Washed up stars and old role models
She loves the sorrow
So much that she swallows
But talk to tomorrow
Which walk will she follow
Everybody needs to be appreciated
Execute him for the masterpiece that he created
Death of a sales martyr
Fire starter
If the hate doesn't make you wanna die
Try harder
I shot a Warhol
Dead with my pistol
When the wind hit the hole
In the canvas it whistled
Beautiful with no frame
A face with no name
Glass full of cold fame
Chased it with slow pain
No game to rise to
The coke side blinds you
Hope with no aim
And its the fuel that you "Eye" to
Steady with that rifle
Pointed at your idle
Open up the spot
With each fallen rival
This is the cycle
Replace the A-list
The next batch of faces
Can come hate the famous
Everybody thinks that what they make is golden
When Lennon got shot
There were thoughts of holding
What'cha gonna do to impress the bitch
Which slow blow gets picked
When you get that itch
If they notice
That you're climbing to the focus
Surround yourself with soldiers
and like minded moments
Dark sticks, in whoever heart's the biggest
Eye of the beholder
Is dark, cold and vicious
She loves you
Because she loves image
Let's tear it all apart
From the start to the finish
I shot a Warhol
Dead with my pistol
When the wind hit the hole
In the canvas it whistled
Beautiful with no frame
A face with no name
Glass full of cold fame
Chased it with slow pain
It's nothing but a slow pulse
If you just stop feeling it
Your friends and your folks
Can't adjust to what you're dealing with
Accustomed to trust
Now the lust got you killing it
Eyes wide shut
Now your fucked
No healing it
Travel down the barrel towards the light
Once in open space
it's easy to lose sight
Don't look down
You're bound to fall flat
If you do hit the ground
You're bound to bounce back
The sound track
She hated every single song
But everybody else
Seemed to wanna sing along
Bring along
The belief that every thing is wrong
We all break down in front of God
Before the break of dawn
Silence
Open up the eyelids
To sex, drugs, and violence
Movies, songs, books
Everything is based on it
So we stay on it
Got a bullet with your face on it
I shot a Warhol
Dead with my pistol
When the wind hit the hole
In the canvas it whistled
Beautiful with no frame
A face with no name
Glass full of cold fame
[Murs]
9th, it's the remix right?
So what we gon' do is
Further define the term "hustling" cause
These fools on the radio got people thinkin
you gotta sell dope or, be a killer or somethin but
You could be in traffic right now
On your way to school or, on your way from work
You could be, flippin burgers, doin corp mergers
You still a motherfuckin hustler let's go
A lot of people castin shade on the classic that we made but
Say what you say we just ask to get paid
And I might get laid if the remix gets played
So throw this on the radio like 50 times a day
I got my dude from the Yay, and my boy from H-Town
Goin hard in the paint, with my man from Smackdown
And you gotta back down, cause the grind don't cease
While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets
I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, rest in peace
While you bark a lot about your glock, never had to walk the walk
You ain't a gangster homeboy, just a dude who likes to talk a lot
That's why you got your chain snatched in a Roscoe's parking lot
In the M-I-D C-I-T-Y
One verse'll melt the ice on your favorite rap guy
No Jacob on my wrist, cause that's not what I'm about
But I will find time to knock your favorite rapper out
And I'm a
[Chorus 2X: Murs]
H-U-S-T-L-E hustler
You'll never find a dime that ain't mine motherfucker
Goal not to be broken have to stroll like a sucker
So pay me what you owe me and don't play with me homey
[E-40]
Huh, check it out
E-40-Water ain't gon' give it to you late (late)
E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way before 1988 (8)
I used to quarterback weight (weight)
Did whatever it had to take to put out my first tape (tape)
Tryin to outsmart the boys in blue
Never knew how much I made (made)
I used to throw 'em off with my glasses and my hi-top fade (fade)
But I never pedalled woofy just that A-1 yo-yo mayne (mayne)
That's off my cocoa leaf (leaf)
Stapler in my du-duh-du-duhs, hubbles between my booty cheeks
The same old clothes for weeks (weeks) gritty and sabalosa
A turfed out motherfucker, in a Granada smoker roper (roper)
Sippin on King Cobra (Cobra) bankroll full of huns (huns)
Fluffin that Public Enemy, "Mi uzi Weighs a Ton"
(Ton) Oooh, and it was off to the hood (hood)
Local boy from Vallejo, that player done made it GOOD! (good)
And I wish a sucker would, try to knock my hustle (hustle)
Fuck these motherfuckers I was brought up in the struggle!
[Chorus]
[Chingo Bling]
Chingo Bling the boss, I could never get a layoff
America would shutdown if Mexicans took the day off
Freeways, construction keys, and nines bustin
Playboy we hustlin, end of discussion
one tamale dos tamales tres tamales 4
when chingo needs some money he'll be kickin down your door
This is for my slangers and hustlers in wranglers and rustlers
We bangin on busters no justice just us
Definition of the hustle, is mind over muscle
Chingo Bling be "Tango & Cash" like Kurt Russell
Bootleggers lovin Chingo cause my shit really sells
If they was bootleggin you, they could barely pay the bills
Streets askin ju got heart, ju dudes is pop tart
One good lick you get knocked out the pop charts
That's why I grind from the ground up
They see me nowadays I be bling blowed up, Ching bling
[Chorus]
[John Cena]
Yo Murs, this John Cena from the WWE
Fillin you in on a different struggle
The struggle that takes place in four corners y'know
And it go like this
You think it's all fun and games but this shit is no joke
The type of stage where the millionaires be cuttin ya throat
They move quick but I'm quicker, Cen' stiffer than straight liquor
You fall by the wayside I ain't gon' lay wit'cha
Born to keep movin, provin 'em wrong
A straight hustler, stay true to the song
In the street they shot heat to try to settle a beef
In the squared circle, you feel the metal to teeth
plus everybody lovin you, when you feedin 'em steak?
You fall off you look around you'll be seein who fake
A true hustler, fall on his face and keep risin
So just when they counted me out, I surprised 'em
Fuck a dollar out of 15 cents, when I be clockin in
My punch card make money appear, out of oxygen
As long as I'm breathin, my pockets will swell
(Chorus: Slug and Murs)
I spit hot bars, I spit on cop cars
I spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
I got the goods from uptown to Hollywood
So what you don't like us?
Your girl probably would...
[Slug]
Havin a good day on the freeways of Los A
In Murs' El Dora' listenin to Ghostface
Well hold up, and let me smile for a minute
While I look across the sky for a limit
Come and get it, I'ma ride this rollercoaster 'til the wheels fall off
And I'ma ride your Cali Roll until my eel goes soft
[Murs]
Take a journey through the mind of a one of a kind
Self-made motherfucker that's enjoying his time
On land, on air, on mics and on sea
Let it all just be, good times on me
It's California, fool, flyest breezies in the world
And we can roll up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl
[Slug]
and it goes Puff Puff Pass
So you can kiss my ass
Oh you didn't know?
You must have missed the class
[Murs]
It's sunshine, one-time, MC's with punchlines
Hit Elements on Sunday, put it on the frontline
[Slug]
and tell em all to make some ruckus
For the fuckers in the clutches
And the soldiers in the trenches
And the wenches on the guest list
Call Heaven, tell them "Got a situation
Murs and Se7en came to breakfast
And they left with all the bacon..."
(Chorus 2X)
[Murs]
We be the first dudes putting treasure over beats
Every measure be complete to make sure it's buried deep
Locked in your memory to provide a safe keep
So even if you diggin' what another rapper sayin
He can't break the seal so our music keeps playin
Living Legends, Rhymesayin so I know yall been waitin
So I open up the gate and, Slug made his way in
And we pimp this production as a present for the patients
[Slug]
JustâJump back, kiss yourself
And thank your God for your breath and your health
Life is short and all days, surprise
Keep your nose clean, open your ears and your eyes
[Murs]
Call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport
Incredible in court, an indelible source
An immeasurable force, the strength of her force
And I'm pushin metaphors just to better y'all course
[Slug]
Here, vision is blurry, living in a hurry
No worries, you can call me Chicken Little Curry
Keep the channel spicy, flippin words like Vanna Whitey
And watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me
Here we go, Mr. Quiet Storm
Break down, take apart your heart and redesign the form
Tried to warn 'em, nobody heeded
So we succeeded at feedin these sheep what the party needed
(Chorus 2X)
[Slug]
But baby, I'm only boarding 21 and higher
You're kind of young, you should settle down, tiger
Take a little time to, reweave the fiber
Reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter
[Murs]
Yeah, I freestyled with him-- and him too
But they still haven't gone through what I been through
Excuse me, what we've been through
Meaning me and you, see I'm just like you
Except I rock the mic and you work at a dot com
Or maybe you're a critic
Tryin to say the same line, but what it doesn't matter
Cause I'm still Murs and you're still bitter and
This is my verse and I'm talking to my listeners
[Slug]
So if you're Sleepless in Seattle
Disturbed in Pittsburgh
Lost it in Austin
Ann Arbor firestarted
Fuck me, Kentucky
You got me, Millwaukee
And the devil wore jeans in New Orleans
From Los Angeles â to Minneapolis â
We want to thank all of yall for havin us
Make it pleasure, make it sting
Whatever the way you swing
From the A to the Zing
I would never change a thing
[Murs]
R.I.P. Bigga B, Rob O-N-E
Says Unity and "Fly ID"
Wouldn't be here without them
So the love flows free
I wouldn't be here without them
[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 Klonopin
I'm a serotonin re-uptake inhibitor, bronze US monument
See me in hell cashing in on that See You in Hell thing
Decompose like Dorothy water bucket clutch which people smelting
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!
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
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
Every time 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
Now, out the city walk, come at this iddibittybitch
About 4' 7", mm, 4' 11" with a switch
Now, let's just say, eh 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, glow stick in her pussy
And 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
Every time 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
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 Ileana
She likes me dinky's and a wife beater not pajamas
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 Korean broad that used to do her nails
And 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
Every time 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
[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
Now when your young death can make you aware of your mortality,
Yet times we feel invicible, lose site of reality,
until it takes a loved one residing in our circle,
it'll hurt you 'cause you miss them,
once were close now you're distant,
and it hurts just to know they could go at any instant,
gotta love them by the minute, now you realize this,
its sad it takes a loss to appreciate the gifts,
so celebrate the occasion,
just breathing is amazing,
to see the sun rise and set at a day's end,
a chance to fix mistakes that we regret making,
find joy in the simple things, no time for complaining,
the sun will shine, it cant always be raining,
I know it hurts deep, but you must maintain,
I see it in my homeboys Terry and Tom,
they lost so many, yet they keep so strong,
to lose a parent or a sibling and have the will to keep living,
takes so much strength, so i admire y'all,
and one day hope to find out what inspires yall,
'cause im still mad askin why it happens at all,
some say that god takes them
and they lean on mythology,
but i choose to believe that its divine lottery,
i cant believe gods lookin down waitin to slaughter me,
i cant live in fear
and i cant live here forever, so i treasure every moment
And its friendship that i value the most,
That kinship, The ones we hold close,
and deal with it the most of losin but keep tru,
the memories blue 'cause life keeps moving. (2X)
We came together like family like it was our first death
Unexpected, so quick, so sudden, the worst yet,
Didnt get to know the girl ?? the first breath,
still we loved her like a sister, as a ?? first steps,
got the call out of town, so alone i first wept,
deep pain in the same place from where this verse crept,
never slept in that bed again, the memory was too tragic,
looked up and screamed goodbye,
you wouldnt be present at the wake,
in your casket, now you ask if things change since you left, not really.
We still playin games, BSin, actin silly,
see she dont talk to her and she dont like me,
and will we work things out, thats not likely,
i mean where will we start, do we mend friendships,
or let things fall apart, will we still be in touch,
honestly i don't know, but you're in my heart forever.
And its friendship that i value the most,
That kinship, The ones we hold close,
and deal with it the most of losin but keep tru,
the memories blue 'cause life keeps moving. (3X)
And its friendship that i value the most,
That kinship, The ones we hold close,
and deal with it the most of losin but keep tru,
?????????????????????????? blow a blunt while you cruisin,
of your friends that you use it? gotta love before you lose it,
stand strong when you do it, tough times live through it,
don't give into em, stay go pursuin, and doin what you doin,
[Freeman]
Je ne t'offre pas mon regard, t'es ma meilleure garantie
C'est pas que je ne t'aime pas
Dehors il y en a trop qui m'aiment pas
Je t'ai pris bras droit, on m'a dit bats-toi
C'est ce que j'ai fait dans ce foutoir et c'est pas ma voie
J'ai vu qu'il y avait trop de tox, trop de putes, trop de traîtres
Trop de mal, trop de fables, trop de sales, trop foire
Trop de poirse, trop de vols, trop de jeunes, trop de peine
Trop de flingues, on te rend hommage
[Akhenaton]
J'ai approché de vous comme un spray, une teinte chrome
Mon tort, j'ai tourné le dos, ma vie je l'ai vue bonne
Horloge de mes heures dispersées, parfois de face
Forcé par la canine, je vous ai embrassé
Gratter par la lame d'un opinel ignoble
Dans le rôle, de la schnouf, étalé dans l'aluminium
Striée en sillons sur la table d'un guillaume
A vos pieds, cimetiere de mes piles au lithium
[Shurik'n]
Pourquoi, j'ai forcé tant de fois
A supporter ma rage, observateur
Sage enduit de plâtre qui insulté et outrage violemment convoite
Témoin des discussions tardives et secretes d'échanges
Bref d'coup d'oeil furtif de tetes
Qui se tournent toutes en meme temps
Un ange passe laisse une trace
Plus belle qu'un mégot qu'on écrase
Ou qu'une face qu'on plaque sur la tienne la haine
Ça te gene que la nuit revienne
Qu'a nouveau sur toi l'amour se déchaîne
[Refrain 2X - Akhenaton, Freeman & Shurik'n]
Action, frisson, MUR, tesson
Friction, gros son, MUR, pulsion
Tension, vision, placide MUR
Vestige d'illusions
[Freeman]
Ces 2 mains, son front appuyé sur toi, yeux clos
A genoux l'enfer le tient par son laxisme
Parfait, dégain l'est, ici les coeurs sont bien laids
Regardez les, qu'il voit crever doucement
Qui bouge, qui laisse sa trace avec un geste bon
Qui se mouille, qui brise sa cloison le poison
Ils passent devant toi, sans voir qui il y a autour
Enfin ! Ils évitent, donc, j'en parle a travers Shure
[Akhenaton]
Havres d'âmes a la dérive, auréoles glauques
Murs mastoc, s'imposent comme seigneurs de ces blocs
Tatoués ou gravés jusqu'a la moÃ'lle opaque voile
Scellant l'intimité de nos proches, comme une vivante toile
Et mille chocs, façonnant vos visages
Empeche mes yeux de parcourir le paysage
Combien de fois ai-je écrit mon idéal sur cet héritage
Stériles larmes, art sacré, traits véritables
[Freeman]
Je t'ai toujours eu, a côté de moi, ici l'haitiste
Impossible de me lever ça, ce que l'on piste
Le vicelard, fils, vise l'artiste, peace des abysses
J'ai gardé un coin de toi, dans mon coeur
C'est lui qui te parle, j'ai que ça et ça se ressent sale
Comment veux-tu ? Que je perde ça j'ai tissé ma toile
A travers ton regard, fuck les ronflards
C'est avec ma plume, que je vois, que je t'ai quitté trop tard
[Refrain - 2X]
[Shurik'n]
Combien de gars t'as vu passer
Hagard cassé sur tes flans
S'appuyer tirant l'chariot rouillé
Pliant sous leurs vies empilées
De cars bondés de monde
Mais chacun dans le sien, de bandes de mômes
Dont le sourire éclaire la journée du plus dur des hommes
Comme ceux qui te donnent le tournis, viendra ? Viendra pas ?
Heureusement ses potes le voient pas
Et toi tu parles pas ton coeur bat au rythme des gens
De leurs pas de leurs vies, de leurs choix
Ton rictus, ironique cette nuit personne ne le verra
[Akhenaton]
Dites moi combien d'amants se sont aimés
Cachés dans vos alcôves
Doucement, violemment, riches ou pauvres
Clique fauve, nuit folles, miradors de la faune
Profondes racines, de ces lignes, qui coupent nos paumes
Combien d'affiches vous ont sali
Comme si votre âme était a vendre
Ont-ils une once de rectitude
Droits, murs, témoins de ma sombre solitude
Savent bien, qu'on peut devenir con par habitude
Combien de pas ont caressé le bitume, exactitude
Ils savent qui a Reif et qui tue
Live in situ, gloire et lassitude, avis brut
Pourquoi la rue est elle ainsi pute ?
[Shurik'n]
T'aurais pu etre autre chose je sais pas un abri bus
T'aurais un banc, au moins tu lecherais pas la semelle de tous les gus
A qui tu coupes les ailes que pour ça que ça picole et que l'ivresse
Les ramene vers toi souvent de façon moins drôle
Processus maudit rituel planétaire
Rude adversaire marquage sévere
Pour toi, ces quelques vers
Entre pisse et bris de verre, salutaire
L'amour se grave au cutter
L'espoir entame ta pierre
Comme les balles des faits divers
Et les armes d'hiver
[Refrain - 2X]
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