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What up though It's Murs, 9th Wonder Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition Shhhhhhh, shut your fat mouth, and listen [Verse 1] Anticipation got the deck stacked against me since the outset 9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good to them punk fans When I'm still so hood, so good it's ridiculous, still iniculous That means three times doper than your favorite mc riding round with a chauffer These niggaz need Jesus, fuck it, niggaz need Oprah All this killing and this pimping and these foul ways of living See, everyone's forgetting that the struggle's not over I got sober, then got drunk again Got my boy from Carolina, picked up the pen Threw my nuts on the finish line, I +cum+ to win While you nuttin' to lose, I'll shake you out your shoes with ease, with moves parallel to those and other three Couldn't wait for George to make the new Star Wars scene So I made my own episode 3:16 To answer all the rumors that been shooting through your group *Beat stops* Yes 9th really does make these beats on Fruity Loops *Beat resumes* But what does that matter?, this is more than music By buying this disc you have bought into a movement Not a revolutionary, nothing but the truth I carry change if you wanna change, that karma is for you to carry All I'm trying to do is lighten your load So in between I'm getting faded, some of y'all getting blowed But I couldn't fall off and lose sight of my goals So I got sober, got drunk again Murs 3:16, let the fun begin |
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What up though? It's Murs and, it seems like nobody's trying man.
There's kids dying in Sudan and nobody cares man. At least I'm trying, man. Look, don't ever let the fact that you can't be perfect, Stop you from doing your best. Murs for President. Unless we try, the innocent will die You can't close your eyes, keep living in a lie Look, we not helpless We not hopeless Said a prayer for the homie, locked up and wrote this He got to get out and change his ways While I'm looking for a way to explain these days It's trying time I'm trying to rhyme But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah Look, I'm dying to be different Down to die to make a difference Music for the movement with a message upliftin' Went from set-trippin' to trips around the world Opportunities are oysters, you might find a pearl You can't be scared to take that chance Cause if you rather knock twice then you late for the dance You gotta, move with urgency, assert with certainty Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, "Certainly" Higher than the kite, I'm high off life At the height of my career, a high priest on mics I'm anti-thug and anti-drugs Brought peace to the party and got anti-love But haters so antiquated, I anticipated Accepted it internally, had 9th interpolate it He chopped it up and laid it in a session and he played it I wrote, recorded to it, now look what we created A hot mess I'm hot off the press You yesterday's news, dude you just not fresh You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes I'm a shot of espresso and hot morning sex Early to rise and the last to fall The best thing for black youths since the basketball Word to Kurtis Blow, you gotta know +The Breaks+ And if you don't know your history, I know your fate Uh, look Been here a minute, be around a while longer Every rhyme invented, my style got stronger Grayskull Power when I spray soul showers While you battle rap cats, just lay low cowards Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you Love songs one minute, then I'm wildin' on you That's +The Pain+ you gotta +Love And Appreciate+ I'm a +Bad Man+, you +Silly Girls+ need to get it straight Small guys, denying this is my world Your girlfriend call herself a +Dark-Skinned White Girl+ Got a 9th beat Man come on He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on Run-on sentence I'm the best period He pull the track out, I'll black out I'm not hearing it Nada, nothing, the negative zone And if you can't do better, you should let it alone I want it more than you I want it, I want it right now I'm wanted in 48 states for this style It's sicker than syringes, streamlined with strychnine Vegan diet, healthy heart and soul with a sick mind Inclined to flip split minds when I spit rhymes So go ahead kick yours, hope I don't kick mine At 50-yard line against the wind through the uprights While you just choke and can't win cause you uptight Ha He came to the game with two MCs Back when people said you can't make beats on PCs Internet haters, major labels be damned Soon produced the full-blown +Threat+ for the man Now his phone blowin' up, he can't hold it in his hand A few months back them fools didn't understand Now it's Mary J and Erykah, Jean Grey, etc The name 9th Wonder and he crushin' all competitors I cross-train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that? I speak clear like the sample is in triplicates Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this Insane, inspired, insider street analyst Questioning authority who don't know what the answer is The voice is proof the choice of the youth Forensic evidence say the boy is the truth |
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Fly like a condor, fly like a eagle, fly in an 85' candy painted Regal, fly lie a dove, I come from up above, I'm rappin' on the mic and you can call me Murs Love . I run this house, I'm dumbin' out, I can make your girl come keep my tongue in my mouth [WHOA], I'm that cold with it, 23 below with it, snow ball effect i suggest that ya'll roll with it. It's gettin' bigger man, it's a movement, it's called the President I'ma show you how to do it [watch]. You put your tie on, get your fly on, she say D.J. he play my song. Long time comin', but I been runnin', hands underground like Harriet Tubman, never been thuggin' ya'll niggas buggin', there's too many fine ass women in this club.
I'm lookin' fly ooo I'm 'bout to spread my wings (x6) watch a nigga spread his wings [I'm lookin fly] like zero gravity, laid back everything flow to me naturally, [ha ha] yep like that girl you tried to mac to, I applied my G-force and she flew right past you. Didn't think that she would do that, now you hatin' on me at the bar, askin' "who that?", rock star my hair out of control, you just another rapper dude playin' a roll. I'm eclectic, eccentric, thrift store expensive. You just want to mention you ain't this extensive. Limited. your world is this big, you ain't left your block since you were a little kid. You wanna see the world your girl wanna live, I grabbed her hand lead her to the floor and we gigged, spread my wings like Andre Hicks, gettin' play on both coasts like the L.A. Knicks. I'm lookin' fly ooo I'm 'bout to spread my wings (x6) watch a nigga spread his wings Lookin' fly like Delta, fly like Continental, known to take flight on a fly instrumental, fly super fly I leap over skyscrapers, write fly rhymes on sheets of fly paper. Peter Pan fly you never seen a man fly think happy thoughts while you just fly stand by. I flew all around the world but you can't be a fly dude with out a fly girl. [Ya'll really need to step ya'll female game up. Forget your diamonds] My Brazilin she worth a few million, beauty and brains might let her have my children, walked in the buildin' treated like a villain, 'cause my light skin cute thing from Crenshaw killed 'em. I shut it down man please, you ain't never seen a Asian girl with natural D's, [Look at her], [See my Philippino, my Pinay, my mahal My Manila on the dance floor havin' a ball. |
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So I'm at the barbershop
And we talking about this new generation of hip-hop And how, how lost you all are man But y'all have no science So here you go The systematic knowledge of the physical world Gained through observation and experimentation Usually beginning with a hypothesis Or what some may call an estimation Record your results from a series of tests And what your left with is a theory at best Now let me give my hypothesis, an educated guess On why my people on the whole seem to be such a mess Genocide, the deliberate extermination of a race, culture, or an entire nation Centuries ago they brought us here on a boat Enslaved us, beat us til our spirit was broke Then they gave us freedom and a little bit of hope Then they killed our leaders and they gave us dope (crack) From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he’s the black godfather Now Oscar Blandon was his known supplier, he snitched on Rick so he could retire Ratted on Ricky so he got out quickly, now this is where the situation gets a little sticky Not a citizen of the U.S.A. he got released and got hired by the D.E.A. Then he got his green card by the I.N.S. But that should’ve never happened due to previous arrests See our government seems to think that there’s a difference Between powdered cocaine and crack, for instance You get five years for five grams of crack But in the powdered form you have a hundred times that Now who has the rock, and who has the powder? Who’s the oppressed and who has the power? They want you to fail so you wind up in jail You know how much they make while you sitti'n in that cell? Billions of dollars for inmate facilities You sell yourself back into slavery willingly It's not black and white, it’s so much more It’s the rich stayin rich and the poor stayin poor The poor white’s meth, the poor black’s crack It’s not about race and once you realize that, we as a nation are free to move on And become one people, a movement, strong Now black people weren't the first to be enslaved We were just the first to be treated this way No education you were killed if you could read So you hid your intellect if you wanted to succeed And what happens to a lie when you livin' it You lose sight of who you are and start forgettin' it So many of us to this day act ignorant A mere shadow of our form of magnificence Wellfare No independence we become victims dependin' on the system Looking for a handout waiting on some help Toiling on the past feeling sorry for your self But you do what you can to make it out the trap And that right there is the origin of rap It wasn't always played on every radio station It was us makin the best out of a bad situation Inner city schools stopped teaching us instruments We took turntables and started flippin' it Stole electricity from the street lights Plugged it into a system and made the beat hype There was a mic but MC's weren't rulin' It was more 'bout what the DJ was doin' He say a few words (GO GO) to keep the party movin' The beat boys dancin' to the breaks and the grooves An the break was the part where the record broke down Where it was just a drum and a couple of sounds You had two records you could go back and forth To keep the groove goin' cause the break was so short Now if that aint' science I don't know what is The ingenuity of these young black kids The Bronx New York Central Recita Who hurt earth hip-hop true believers (Theory) Adversity produces opportunity Anythings accomplished through strength and unity The fate of the world is in the hip-hop commuity The revolution is here and now with you and me (Murs is a Scientist) |
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She was only 15 in love with bad R 'n' B She had to have vision 'cause she saw the star in me Encouraged me to write about the drama in my life To most that seems strange like something wasn't right I used to fall a victim to the lunchroom comedians Somethin' like a outcast, started smokin' weed and then I sorta fell into my own Kind of felt at home when behind the microphone But on the bus ride home that didn't mean a thing Harassed by the thugs on the corners they would hang I got banged on, I got beat down Carrying a golf club walking up the street now They respect me, they call me crazy At least I'm not gettin' punked out on the daily And when I look back I wouldn't change a thing at all Where do you think I found the strength to be speakin' to y'all? I'll take everything in this life (Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies) I'll join everyone when I die (From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly) God is love then hatin' is Satan 'Cause then tight patients got me sitin' here waitin' On the day when it's okay to love When black men won't pretend that they are thugs When teachers and doctors are treated like celebrities You could get a job even if you got a felony Check out my melody, let's live in harmony We're in this together, no man has economy No man is an island, immune to the violence This rap race is no place to raise a child in What's wrong with smilin', what's wrong with peace What's wrong with squashin' beef before they label you deceased Swallow your pride before your choke on your issues I know you got family and folks that'll miss you So don't misuse this gift you've been given This life is but a dream, you are blessed to be livin' I'll take everything in this life (Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies) I'll join everyone when I die (From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly) And basically, man, I'm just a dude that tries to do right You know I try to make my, my tomorrows better than my yesterdays Without, without hurtin' anyone else in the process 'Cause if you leave the world a better place Then it was when you got here then we all win Now there's birth and there's death but the space in between us Where the journey takes place and you give it all meanin' It's waitin' on us all, there's no need to pretend No feedom in the feelin' where you're fearin' the end All good things come to it, walk don't run to it Times you want to end it yourself, don't do it Be original, be different Be the one to stand up and shock this system I'll take everything in this life (Your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies) I'll join everyone when I die (From the old and the wise to the young that stay fly) I'll take everything in this life I'll join everyone 'cause all men die |
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Intro:
Yeah, and this one right here is dedicated to all the road warriors. To everybody who got to go out on the road every year to make they money, the spring and the fall. The 45 city tours. We in Idaho one night and Portland, Oregon the next day. Up in Anchorage Alaska and then Australia for three weeks. It's like this... Verse One: I got my bags packed Backpack sittin' by the front door Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers The stuff that you need when you're out on tour Home for one month then gone for two more I'm a rolling stone that's gathering green Cause my poems is known for packin' in teens And from Show to show I'm glad to be seen But my home is home I'll lackin' that steam But on the real I got some bills to pay My cable just got shut off the other day Voicemail, got a million messages to play Homies and the haters got a whole lot to say And oh, I just love it because my life's so public My business is in the streets and they think nothing of it And no I'm not complainin' I'm a keep campaignin' Till I reach my goal or I go insane Chorus: [x2] The road is my religion I'ma keep on sinnin' Hope to God I'm forgiven for the way that I'm livin' The woes and the women and the wheels keep spinnin' Still I won't be forgiven for the way that I'm livin' Verse Two: I'm on a Delta Continental American flight And I won't be long so you know I pack light But still I might miss and the way that I kiss you Gotta know that I love you cause I left my heart with you The night before I leave for a couple of weeks Hear you cryin' in your sleep Taste the tears on your cheek It's sweet but it's bitter The emotion that it triggers Makes me miss my woman and her home cooked dinner I wish I never had to leave Perform for these crowds with my heart on my sleeve But you still believe And they say you naive So I gotta keep the faith with every breath that I breathe It needs to be said that it's just not easy Every night different city, different women want to please me I keep it true and I walk on through Say my prayers and go to sleep after talkin' to you Chorus Verse Three: Standin' at the truck stop watchin' this Redneck truck drivers look at me and spit I'm like This is it? This is the life that I chose? A hundred days at home Two hundred days on the road But I guess I'm addicted Because I really start to miss it Don't know what I'm chasin' but I know I gotta get it It ain't about fame or a couple of dames Or a million different faces with a thousand different names It ain't about praise or the hands being raised To me it just a job and I'm glad that it pays And when the road starts to call in the spring and the fall If I don't holla back then my skin starts to crawl And when I get that itch I gotta pack my bags Dress up or go home Hotels and jet lag Can't lose my religion cause it's all that I have I keep runnin' worldwide till I run out of gas Chorus Outro: I'm so so sorry. To each and every girl I didn't call back, after we spent the night together. But you're beautiful, I love you. Man, you don't know about me. Mr. Dibbs! |
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[Chorus]
You might think that you know me You know where I'm coming from You might think everything's all good but at the end of the day you're all wrong [Murs] All blue chuck taylors, blue Dodger hat 85 Regal, my daughter in the back I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all On the real we're just hanging on the way to the mall Weekdays I'm an RN down at Kaiser Weekends at church I'm a youth adviser Just because I'm doing good I can't forget my roots I can never feel right in a tie and suit 501s and a plain white tee I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD That's just life growin' up in south central I been done move,but it's not that simple I gotta come back,my grandmomma there Sometimes it's drama, but I really don't care It's my neighborhood and I love it Showin' all the little homies you can rise above it [Chorus x2] You might think that you know me You know where I'm coming from You might think everything's all good but at the end of the day you're all wrong [Murs] All red chuck taylors, red Dodger hat Posted up at market with a bottle of yak I'm just a gangsta, that's what they say But on the real homeboy I just had a bad day Ten interviews, no call backs PO askin' me where my job at I'm an ex-con that's almost useless I'm a felon, don't mean that I'm stupid Got caught up, tried as an adult Lost five years of my life as a result (real talk) In the feds I prayed and I read Anything to keep the system up out my head I read Zen, Young, Bukowski You really don't know a damn thing about me I probably gotta higher IQ than you These jobs ain't hiring, what should I do... [Chorus x2] You might think that you know me You know where I'm coming from You might think everything's all good but at the end of the day you're all wrong [Murs] All black dickies, black Cortez, White wife beater, a fresh shaved head I'm just a gangsta,that's what you thinkin' You see me in the crew, posted up by Lincoln You see my tattoos, you figure why bother? Really I'm an artist and I got my own parlor Hard workin' father,wife and two daughters Strugglin',trying to keep our heads above water I'm a tax payer,I'm bilingual I'm chicano,I'm not an illegal (I was born here) Tryin' to live your American dream But you keep judging me about how I wear my jeans. They're 42s,they starched and they creased I got a education, I got proper speech I'm from the streets,I'm not less of a man Just trying to get by and do the best that I can [Chorus x2] You might think that you know me You know where I'm coming from You might think everything's all good but at the end of the day you're all wrong |
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Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong Never did I think that we would make it this long But it feels so right that it can't be wrong Now we all grown, made a house to a home Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone All we been through, I can't leave you alone Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong I met you on valentine's through a pal of mine I knew he liked you but he was outta line I was nerdy actin', yeah, I was dirty mackin' Said my piece then waited on your reaction You said yes, I guess out of pity Had me hella happy, I was skip around my city She really likes me, I call right away You waited 50 hours, I counted night and day Once we talked I knew you were different I had my work cut out for me from the beginning I played Luther, all types of lullabies I wrote you crazy poetry, competing with them other guys I made you mix tapes, I wanted the exclusive Playin' hard to get, so elusive It wasn't love at first sight but I made you love me Know you couldn't be happier that you gave it to me Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on So many years it's been goin' so strong Never did I think that we would make it this long But it feels so right that it can't be wrong Now we all grown, made a house to a home Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone All we been through, I can't leave you alone Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong I must have my females crossed 'Cause if you ain't the one then, baby, I'm lost Picked you up and cut the other girls off Now it's me and you against the world at any cost I said I must have my females crossed 'Cause if you ain't the one then, baby, I'm lost Picked you up and cut the other girls off Now it's me and you against the world at any cost I walked on the wild side for ya The boys on the block used to chase you round the corna Claimin' some gang, I didn't care which They was just mad, you wasn't they chick We had a lotta, we had a few fights But it was all done at the end of every night We hit the boardwalk under the pier Underneath full moons I would whisper in your ear You're my sweetheart, girl, you're my everything Worked two jobs just to get you this wedding ring I haven't gave it to ya, I'm tryin' to save till ya Least expect it and make it something major for ya You're the best thing to happen in my life Now it's time for you to get it crackin' as my wife Beauty and brains, the package so right Plus it don't hurt, you give me action every night Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on So many years it's been goin' so strong Never did I think that we would make it this long But it feels so right that it can't be wrong Now we all grown, made a house to a home Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone All we been through, I can't leave you alone Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on So many years it's been goin' so strong Never did I think that we would make it this long But it feels so right that it can't be wrong Now we all grown, made a house to a home Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone All we been through, I can't leave you alone Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong Yeah, yeah |
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Yea yea Yea yea yea. Yea yea yea yea yea
We live and we die life is full of surprises and I cant get over the fact that your gone. I try to realize your not part of my life. But I still try to fight but it just don’t seem right. Bridge Cause your not here anymore. I can still see you walking out the door. Your just a memory of what used to be. Chorus (Yeah)Sitting with my head between my hands. I know ill never get you back again. I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry. (Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you. I’m sorry for the pain I put you though. Maybe its all just a dream. But your still a part of me. V2 I didn’t think you do it. You really leave me. If I did it would be different believe me. Its easy to say baby I’m a change. The very next day it was the back to the same. Going though my phone finding new names. I said it was business I was so lame. You saw though it and held me down. A real queen, you held that crown. You made such an impression on my life. Natural progression was you to be my wife. We talked family, we talked kids. You thought I’d clam down, I never did. I bought you home things from the rode before. Malaysia, Australia silk form Singapore. But what I give you this time you cant get rid of. So you left me tired of this sick love. Repeat chorus Sitting with my head between my hands. I know ill never get you back again. I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry. (Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you. I’m sorry for the pain I put you though. Maybe its all just a dream. But your still a part of me. Sitting here listing to the record you bought me. Kinda blue original copy You changed my life put me on to so much. I miss our talks more then ya touch. Such a fool to lose such a good thing. You showed me parts of my city that I never seen. Parts of myself that I never knew existed Then I got famous I got it twisted! You needed me I didn’t need you. Find you a man that can do what I do for you. I flew you to Rome I paid for this home. How you coming at me like you grown. Forget what I did…on tour I said I loved you, you needed more Why you trippin you need to understand Sometimes a man's gotta be a man. Repeat chorus Sitting with my head between my hands. I know ill never get you back again. I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry. (Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you. I’m sorry for the pain I put you though. Maybe its all just a dream. But your still a part of me. Music interlude…… Dam dam dam dam dam dam dam! Walk in the house late, drunk, stumbling, I pass out you would come tuck me in. Where you at? Baby I need you. I never knew all the pain this would lead to I’m sorry I lied, tried to deceive you You said you'd leave but I didn’t believe you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, girl I’m sorry I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby I’m sorry. |
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What do we do baby [Intro] Yeah. I just want to announce right now that I am the realest rapper in the whole world cause I got my momma in here with me. [Verse One] New face of America You fools lack character The first dude to pick up the mic and embarrass ya Bare facts I'm tearing up tracks Ya game ain't there homie Just lay back Relax Kick up your feet And watch the world rock to this new beat I'm talkin' bout peace I'm talkin' bout change Ain't talkin' bout beef Ain't talkin' bout chains I represent the streets from whence I came Never been a loser Don't need no gangs Don't need no guns I take these drums And make the darkest day of your life seem fun Lovin' life I plug in mics And show the mainstream that these thugs ain't tight I'm twice the man that these boys will never be MURS 3:16 Legendary MC [MURS Speaking] I've been around man and I'm gonna be around till I'm gonna be around So when you see me around, respect me [Chorus] What do we do baby? And if you just breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And if you just breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough And you must breakthrough [Verse Two] Man the truth will set you free just give it a try You ain't truly livin' if you livin' a lie Naw Man I swear to God There ain't never been a rapper on the earth this hard I love my momma Stay away from the drama Try to work my way through it if I ever had a problem I say my prayers to the man upstairs And if G's go to Heaven then I gotta be there [MURS Speaking] Look. Rest in peace Derick Martin. 45. Tamiko. I'ma see you when I get there [Chorus] [Verse Three] I'm in love right now and it feels so good To find a girl like mom and you wish you could... Say I'm so soft Say I ain't hood Say it to my face, man I wish you would And I'm smilin' in the press Got all this money and you lookin' so depressed Angry and mad Man, I'm happy as hell Might get a job if this record don't sell [MURS speaking] What? Burger King? McDonalds? Better yet, Best Buy or Target At least I'll get a discount [Verse Four] Oh well, I'll be employee of the month You'll never see your boy on the tube with gold fronts That ain't me It never was You gotta do you and let it do what it does I'ma be happy Fame won't trap me Catch me doin' this for the money then slap me There's more to life I'm better than that I'm trying to lift you up instead of settin' you, settin' you back (echos) [MURS Speaking] It's good game man. I wouldn't tell you nothing that wasn't good for you though That wasn't going to help you grow. [Chorus] [Outro] This is MURS and 9th Wonder signin' off And you know we do it, we do, we do it realistic So, it's his wife and my momma and my girlfriend and we goin' home That's it. No party, no after party, no Crystal, no hoes Just me and my morano, goin' home |
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