歌手:Murs
专辑:《F' Real》

A'ight

I'm the sickest with this microphone
***** better learn it
All them ***** industry ****** you know
I ain't concerned with
See I move thousands hand to hand
Even got an increasing of fans
In foreign lands Amsterdam Australia to Japan
All before my sign hit the line that was dotted
The man holdin the golden apple
You grapple for the one that's rotted
To the core I've been hard since 1580
Mack attack ***** I've been scarred

Knowing what the **** I gotta do
****** rocking a spot or two
I wanna leave an impression on minds
Like reading Behold a Pale Horse for the first time
Expose wack ****** like secret societies

When Murs rhyme
Explore cyphers after I visit
For close encounters with the serf kind
Your ***** thought he was nice until he heard mine
And the ***** you think you getting the more
You ain't understood the first line
I said learn of my affliction
And how my words wrap around
More ****** necks than the pictures of the crucifixions
Ripping mics when on
Name hold more weight than a 24 inch python
So what chu gonna do
When Murs-mania run wild on you
Bringing that crack to your back
Like the whip in Castlevania 2
And I'm through *****
When I grab a microphone all I want is feedback
Energy from the crowd **** a ***** need that
You wanted a change in rap well fool we be that
And all you ***** ****** best to ease back
Now when I grab a microphone all I want is feedback

Energy from the crowd **** a ***** need that
You wanted a change in rap well fool we be that
And all you ***** ****** best to ease back

Now I write rhymes as **** as Jennifer Lopez
Words beautify blank paper
Like top to bottom pieces on skyscrapers
Ain't no stoppin us
Rolling thick like smog through your metropolis
Making it hard to breathe
When you enter the 20 000 leagues
So stay at your level and place
Cause amateurs ******* with the treble and bass
Will get left dead before they make the third pace
See I turn around shooting off at the mouth
Like New Year's Eve
Saying that **** you just wouldn't believe
Retrieved from the far corners of my mental space
Leave you shocked like John Travolta
Once you open up this mental case
So we happy as long as fools stop trying
To come up from the back and attack me
Like my name was Marcellous
And those overzealous
We got our blowtorch and pliers
So you for damn sure gonna tell us
What we want to hear
Sorta like my album but Life is Too $hort
So I'm trying to make one a year
To make you ****** watch
What you do like the Wonder Years
Watch them ****** you think is down
They only down cause they carrying
A ton of fear
It's been a while
Since I've relieved myself of that burden
So I'm making sure I'm going all out
Until they call it curtains
While you busy in the man's face shucking and smirking

I'll be lurking in the cut
Happy with being the broke ***** that I am

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