| So as I try to hum along people say that I’m disturbed
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| Stare and call me a loon, say I’m singin' out of tune
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| But my musics' got direction so I know what I’m doin'
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| Don’t know where I’m goin' but I got to keep movin'
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| Even if my next step is obscured by the present
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| Gotta find the next rung on the stairway to heaven
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| Walking as an MC, or do I dare say a reverend?
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| Spreading' love through this music is the gospel of a legend
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| All I ask is the open ear and mind of my brethren
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| For the purpose of the session is to make the troubles fade away
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| Lay back and relax and let this music make your day
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| It takes about as much effort, as it did to make this place
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| So go ahead and close your eyes, let your mind fade your craters
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| Keep the rhythm to your dreams so you can’t run away
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| There’s a song in every heart so please believe me when I say
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| Everywhere you go you hear, music
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| You feel it in your soul once you, do it
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| So if you want to roll you can, do it
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| Just open up your heart, listen through it
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| Everywhere you go
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| See my life is like a song and I think I know the words
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| And as I start to sing along the whole verse becomes a blur
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| So I freestyle improv, make mistakes and evolve
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| The obstacles repeat cause naturally it revolves
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| It takes one skip to trip and wreck your whole groove
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| The metronome is swingin' right in tune with your mood
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| So keep a positive mind try to keep it up tempo
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| 93 bpm’s just seems real simple
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| It takes a real pro to know how to move this crowd
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| For the party up one’s, the hardest to keep aroused
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| Sometimes life will hit you just to try to get you down
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| So heres some jewels from my crate that’ll make it turn around
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| You gotta learn your sound and love your voice
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| Go with what you feel, don’t regret your choice
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| Just make your next move dig deep and blend with it
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| Destiny’s a 12″ inch and it’s all how you spin it
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| See my life is like a song and I do know the words
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| They’ve been written on my palms I just can’t read the curves
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| Cause the language has been forgotten so I’m plottin' my own course
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| I get a mic for every digit if reviewed in the source
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| Cause my song is a classic and there’s not one like it
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| I just need an engineer that could run around and mic it
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| Or maybe get a ghostwriter, what most call a psychic
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| But it wouldn’t be my song if I let them recite it
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| Plus god’s an ANR and he’s givin' out bills
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| To all us up and coming artists who show true skill
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| Executive producin' is what we want to loosen
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| And every artist gets they fifteen minutes to be a nuisance
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| And then they’re played out, I’m hoping for a fade out
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| So I can say what I have to say on my way out
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| And they say every great hit song is three minutes
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| So try to make it count so when you bounce it’s still spinnin'
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| Chorus (Fades into Spoken)
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| Yo we gotta keep movin' on cause I’m seein' people and they’re not ready to roll
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| Damn, you gotta celebrate, you gotta understand, you gotta be a part of, music,
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| music, music
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| Yo and you just remember this, this is a legendary moment brought to you by MURS |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 18/w a Bullet , by - Murs. Song from the album The End Of The Beginning, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп