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[Intro] |
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What up though? It's MURS and, it seems like nobody's trying man |
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There's kids dying in Sudan and nobody cares man |
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At least I'm trying, man |
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Look, don't ever let the fact that you can't be perfect |
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Stop you from doing your best |
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MURS for President |
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[Verse] |
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Unless we try, the innocent will die |
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You can't close your eyes, keep living in a lie |
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Look, we not helpless |
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We not hopeless |
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Said a prayer for the homie, locked up and wrote this |
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He got to get out and change his ways |
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While I'm looking for a way to explain these days |
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It's trying times, I'm trying to rhyme |
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But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah |
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Look, I'm dying to be different |
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Down to die to make a difference |
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Music for the movement with a message upliftin' |
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Went from set-trippin' to trips around the world |
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Opportunities are oysters, you might find a pearl |
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You can't be scared to take that chance |
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Cause if you had to knock twice then you late for the dance |
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You gotta, move with urgency, assert with certainty |
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Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, "Certainly" |
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Higher than the kite, I'm high off life |
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At the height of my career, a high priest on mics |
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I'm anti-thug and anti-drugs |
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Brought peace to the party and got anti-love |
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But haters so antiquated, I anticipated |
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Accepted it internally, had 9th interpolate it |
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He chopped it up and laid it in a session and he played it |
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I wrote, recorded to it, now look what we created |
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A hot mess, I'm hot off the press |
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You yesterday's news, dude you just not fresh |
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You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes |
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I'm a shot of espresso and hot morning sex |
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Early to rise and the last to fall |
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The best thing for black youths since the basketball |
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Word to Kurtis Blow, you gotta know +The Breaks+ |
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And if you don't know your history, I know your fate |
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Uh, look |
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Been here a minute, be around a while longer |
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Every rhyme invented, my style got stronger |
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Grayskull Power when I spray soul showers |
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While you battle rap cats, just lay low cowards |
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Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you |
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Love songs one minute, then I'm wildin' on you |
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That's The Pain you gotta Love And Appreciate |
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I'm a Bad Man, you Silly Girls need to get it straight |
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Ha, small guys, denying this is my world |
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Your girlfriend call herself a dark-skinned white girl |
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Got a 9th beat |
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Man come on |
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He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on |
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Run-on sentence |
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I'm the best, period |
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He pull the track out, I'll black out I'm not hearing it |
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Nada, nothing, the negative zone |
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And if you can't do better, you should let it alone, hah |
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I want it more than you |
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I want it, I want it right now |
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I'm wanted in forty-eight states for this style |
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It's sicker than syringes, streamlined with strychnine |
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Vegan diet, healthy heart and soul with a sick mind |
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Inclined to flip split minds when I spit rhymes |
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So go ahead kick yours, hope I don't kick mine |
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At 50-yard line against the wind through the uprights |
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While you just choke and can't win cause you uptight |
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Ha! He came to the game with two emcees |
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Back when people said you can't make beats on PCs |
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Internet haters, major labels be damned |
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Soon produced the full-blown threat for the man |
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Now his phone blowin' up, he can't hold it in his hand |
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A few months back them fools didn't understand |
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Now it's Mary J and Erykah, Jean Grey, etc |
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The name 9th Wonder and he crushin' all competitors |
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I cross-train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks |
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Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that? |
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I speak clear like the sample is in triplicates |
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Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this |
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Insane, inspired, insider street analyst |
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Questioning authority who don't know what the answer is |
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The voice is proof the choice of the youth |
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Forensic evidence say the boy is the truth |
