Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BasikMurs, artist - Murs. Album song F'Real, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Murs 316
Song language: English
BasikMurs |
Here with muthafucking basik |
You know what im sayin I got a foul ass mouth |
But not really givin a fuck this is all freestlye |
One tape do it like this no fakes |
On the microphone distroy all snakes |
In the grass Murs will beat that ass |
If it has to come to that type of situation |
But I really know that patience is a virtue |
But I just might hurt you call it curtins |
Pull up a skirt on a few emcees actin |
Bitch wanna change off that switch |
Like a light 25watt, you ain’t that bright |
Might get socked in the night |
Where I’m from Mint City, where we roam |
Come hard over drums |
Everybody wants to hum |
Some other niggas song, be on the dick |
Of other crews too long now wheres your song |
At got a whole tape but ain’t nobody else |
Gonna kick a rap unless they famous |
Thats the fool from table of contents |
Your whole porpose is aimless |
Need to get some shit Condence it |
Into one form have a common goal |
When I’m bombing soul on this track |
Everybody knows my spirt comes intact |
Never um post hande or should I say |
On strike like UPS I might just incave yo chest |
Like this make a casium when I spit this shit |
Have your chest doing spasum Fantasium |
Like that four with the spikes |
Everybody knows I dont sport nike’s |
Well I really kinda do cause I can’t afford |
Other shoe They cost to much |
Everybody wanna rock the dutch |
Or other should I say the British walking |
Shit talkers from New York Get cooked |
Burnt up, I stay way like pork |
How many emcees have said that I’ve read that |
Rap book you had all them rhymes you had |
Was wack, Take it like that uh this nigga Murs With a freestyle verse |
With basik |
Your whole stlye is wack so face it |
This nigga Murs with a freestlye verse |
And basik your whole style is wack just face it |
Can’t Replace it |
(Basik) |
Can’t replace, Can't replace it one on one |
This is Basik Yo checking in one two |
Watch out for your whole crew |
We might do them by the two’s |
Three’s and a hundreds I got you in a tundra |
Freezing your toes Basik emcee expose |
Superstition, I guess you thought you was Wishing you was in another |
State |
I negate no property, Basik emcee afully |
All up in all these Emcees |
Taking them off stage with a swift kick |
You might sling from my dick |
Matter of fact You’s a trick |
Sell you on the coner for two bucks a less |
You be selling your rhymes |
Like it was two bucks of stress |
Just a little bit of style |
And a little bit of this |
And a little bit of spice here |
And a little ingrediant there |
Now ima come out then ima start to stare |
Mad doggin wack emcees |
Ima stomp em with girls clogs |
And keeping them cloging up |
Like arteries Fool’s be swellin up |
Thinking they gonna serve me |
I think not |
I’ll put you in my pot |
Everythings for 50degrees got it hot |
Pull out about four emcees please |
Watch me ease of all eww |
All these punks never |
I’m way to clever |
Used to live down the street |
]From this fool named Trevor |
But he got a little shaddy |
So I had to make him not my baby |
Had to serve him |
And send him on the curb |
And send him on the street |
And run him over with my Honda Accord |
Never Bored |
While I soared in the sky |
Basik emcee will never die |
Im living continuosly |
Mater of I should say infinative |
You wanna live up dont step up |
You might limp back |
Watch for the attack |
]From me and Murs you’ve gotta stay dope |
If you don’t wanna be wack |
Thats obvious |
Matter of fact Im seein this |
Threw the scope of my eyes |
Matter of fact I got three of them |
Matter of fact I got five of them |
Cause im counting my glasses |
Kicking many asses |
All through Like going slow like malasis |
If you want me to slow down the style |
Leave a wack emcee |
Thinking ima gon get wild |
Now wait little child |
You might get smacked |
You need a pasifire |
You a wack emcee you was a lyre |
Talkin about you was 10 leauges higher |
But 10 leauges lower in the sea |
Wanna be me |
I bet you wanna clone |
You drone |
I’m like the bully of the block |
Ima take yo twinkies out your lunch box |
Then take your money |
And put it in my socks |
And then walk down the street |
With this damn beat |
That shit is thumpin |
Keep bumpin in the bay area |
With my man Murs |
Wanna kick a freestyle verse |
Leave a wack emcee in a hearse |
Now you cursed |