Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Done Deal, artist - Murs. Album song The End Of The Beginning, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Murs 316
Song language: English
Done Deal |
| It’s the end of the beginning |
| So I thought it only right that I bring along the |
| Motherfuckers I started this shit with |
| 2003MG Melancholy Gypsys |
| MURS, Scarub, Eligh |
| To do it right in life is just an angle breakin' |
| Make or break myself in the matter of moments under discretion |
| With lessons upon the forefront, My life is in the breeze |
| Makin' my knees squeak beggin' my soul to please speak |
| Universal guides then listen, trouble sometimes blister my vision |
| But I’ve enlisted my mind for the full mission |
| Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon |
| Talkin' about «What'chu gonna do in the future?» |
| «Movin' up the ladder with ass kissin'.» |
| I’m on my last mission in life |
| Dumping through the middle grounds like a junkyard dog in a prowl |
| Guarding my bow throwin' in the towel when it’s right |
| Until then I’m walking towards the light with my sword drawn from a fight |
| Doing everything bad that happens has an opposite reaction |
| Keep my feet on traction, until my goals in life are right in front of my face |
| And I can smell, touch and taste what I’ve been workin' for |
| I’ll be walkin' out the front door |
| It’s a done deal, do it 'til it’s done |
| Cause the movement don’t stop 'til the rising sun |
| It’s a done deal, let’s have a little fun |
| Cause the movement don’t stop 'til the rising sun |
| I’m talking done deal, closed case |
| Ain’t no time for looking back on the road you take |
| You gotta claim your spot, nobody hold your place |
| Ain’t no time to preach about time you chose to waste |
| You gotta mold your fate, hold your weight |
| All my peoples NY to the Golden Gate |
| Who know the rap about the breed and the gold is fake |
| How we all supposed to eat when they want the whole cake? |
| Niggas want all the dough, but never learn to bake |
| So they rise too fast and they burn the plate |
| But I’m concerned with fate, and watch the turns I take |
| Know this world is affected by the moves you make |
| So I ain’t gotta stop moving just to prove you fake |
| Just spit these real raps to get this real estate |
| So I can steal your fanbase and steal your date |
| Won’t have a soul mate until I meet my soul mate |
| It’s like I’m type of walking towards heaven through hell |
| Everyday it’s something new, I’ll make it through; |
| so many fell off |
| Whoever knew it cost so much to clutch a dream |
| In between the thumb and the index lies a small space for mistakes |
| The indication for almost |
| Sometimes you hold it until you face to magnify how |
| Close you came in life to something |
| That you measure up to |
| I know that pain like my enemy |
| Slap my ass when I’m born, and will hold my hand when it’s the end of me |
| The lessons learned in between these two extremes feed me energy |
| I keep it moving with the force of a crane |
| Where the steel ball’s just swinging at the end |
| All it takes is one pen to tap these words out like |
| Morse code over your eardrums |
| To speak to your spirit |
| Intoxicate you with my speech to crash crew like drunk driving |
| Whether it be freestyling or stage diving I float over these weak rappers |
| Like volcanic islands, I got a fire in me |