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letra de murs f.m. - murs

[verse 1]
see the l.a. n-gga bring the heat to beat
and in the street where we compete, elite
special class and unless yo’ ass is feelin’ lucky
ain’t no reason to rush me unless
you’s a brainless n-gga
picture perfect with this microphone
somebody drain this n-gga, i mean
nine times out of ten i’m doper than anybody you heard before
give a f-ck if he got 25 to life
i’m servin’ more, soon as the 40 ounce is out the door
i’m local, leave the storе, the sh-t gets more complеx
by the minute, we all know time is money
it’s all in how you spit it and i’m goin’ for broke
every hour i spend in this studio
tryna make sh-t, yo
still in the recording studio with the aroma of budweiser and beedie smoke
’til i choke
k!llin’ myself, tryna make y’all feel it
the al green of rap, livin’ for the love
bring it to your church, like hot b-tch
fresh from the sk!llets, and i’ve stopped spittin’
the world belong to them legendary motherf-ckers
makin’ true hip-hop, degradin’ every sucker

[chorus]

[verse 2]
you see, i’m the type of n-gga that’ll diss your whole group
’cause watching the reaction is fun
murs with the mic, hogtied, jam-packed the n-gga gun
so say “what?” one more godd-mn time!
when they mention my crew
it’s a d-mn shame we have to go around the world
just to gain the attention of a few
using the beat to bring balance to the weak
call it domestic violence, ’cause when the lesson’s in the house
you get yo’ ass beat
simply by the way we bring the crowd to they feet
time for perjury, on the spot surgery
enter tracheotomy, with the straw from allah’s island iced tea
two-m-c, mid-city mic controller
masterin’ ceremonies, or simply put:
murs carvering you and your homies
no matter how many times, you’ll all get devoured
’cause y’all can mc too, some motherf-ckin’ cowards

[chorus]

- murs

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