Text: Murs. Def Cover.
Creep with me while I crawl through the hood
Maniac lyricists just call me murs that's good
You'll get crushed when I bust on beats
And you'll never hear me holla bullshit for the streets
I'm not anti-white, or anti-nigga, just anti-ignorant and anti idiot
LP make the beat and ain't I killin it
Don't care who you are, if I ain't feelin it
I'm tellin your ass
Fuck you and these labels that's be sellin that trash
And these underground artists with their sales gone bad
Fuck with me I'll do it sugar free
And send you to the corner just to get my cash
I'll woop that ass
Put that on your momma
And get ready for the action cause I don't bring drama
I'm a tell the world you're 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
There's 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 it's 187 on you underground punks
[Chorus:]
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 can't 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
I'm 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 don't get a plaque on my wall for platinum release
I'll 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 I'm on some other shit like that [?] that common wears
Or the enron affair or andres hair
Somebody else might but I just don't care
Wut you say or where your from
I'm the baddest motherfucker touch you down on kickdrums
Such as sick tongue I could be a [?]
Just to wear this long beard to hide the IV
My goal since I was young be a fly MC
So I jumped off the gym junior high PE
Fell flat on my face everyone laughed at me
Now my flows so strong gravity defies me
And I float on air without a pair of nikes
So you just can't compare to pros real like these
Maniac lyricists just call me murs that's good
You'll get crushed when I bust on beats
And you'll never hear me holla bullshit for the streets
I'm not anti-white, or anti-nigga, just anti-ignorant and anti idiot
LP make the beat and ain't I killin it
Don't care who you are, if I ain't feelin it
I'm tellin your ass
Fuck you and these labels that's be sellin that trash
And these underground artists with their sales gone bad
Fuck with me I'll do it sugar free
And send you to the corner just to get my cash
I'll woop that ass
Put that on your momma
And get ready for the action cause I don't bring drama
I'm a tell the world you're 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
There's 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 it's 187 on you underground punks
[Chorus:]
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 can't 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
I'm 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 don't get a plaque on my wall for platinum release
I'll 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 I'm on some other shit like that [?] that common wears
Or the enron affair or andres hair
Somebody else might but I just don't care
Wut you say or where your from
I'm the baddest motherfucker touch you down on kickdrums
Such as sick tongue I could be a [?]
Just to wear this long beard to hide the IV
My goal since I was young be a fly MC
So I jumped off the gym junior high PE
Fell flat on my face everyone laughed at me
Now my flows so strong gravity defies me
And I float on air without a pair of nikes
So you just can't compare to pros real like these