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Murs - Murray's Revenge lyrics
[Murs] 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 Uhhhh, 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! [Murs] 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 rememberance Of every hood soldier that died in ghetto tenements Innocent 'til proven guilty Should I die don't look for the dude that killed me Look for a brighter tomorrow, and in spite of the sorrow Live every moment to the fullest so your life isn't hollow And you can holla out my name from the top of the game And since you passed homey I promise I'll do the same For if a soul is avenged through the deeds of a friend Then success has always been the best form of revenge THE END |
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