| Creep with me while I crawl through the hood
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| Maniac lyricist, just call me Murs, that’s good
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| You’ll get crushed when I bust on beats
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| And you’ll never hear me holla bullshit for the streets
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| I’m not anti-white, or anti-nigga, just anti-ignorant and anti-idiot
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| El-P make the beat and ain’t I killin it?
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| Don’t care who you are, if I ain’t feelin it
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| I’m tellin your ass
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| Fuck you and these labels that be selling that trash
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| And these underground artists with their sales gone bad
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| Fuck with me I’ll do it Sugafree
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| And send you to the corner just to get my cash
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| I’ll whoop that ass
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| Put that on your momma
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| And get ready for the action cause I don’t bring drama
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| I’m a tell the world you’re wack
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| In every interview
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| Plus your squad’s kinda pale
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| You need some color in your crew
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| Bought your first rap tape way back in '92
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| You had Slaughter, Warren, Slayer, and Firehouse
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| Thought this rap thing is cool, hey I might try it out
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| There’s only do and do not
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| There is no try
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| It’s in the Midichlorian for true Jedi
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| You was scared to come to shows cause they let the lead fly
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| Now you have no heart, no soul, no funk
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| And it’s 187 on you underground punks
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| «Do you like it?»
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| «I can give a fuck how you feelin'»
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| «Feel this»
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| «Bitch feel this»
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| I was bumping Nocturnal when my mind started to travel
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| On how I used to seek out MCs for raps to unravel
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| Now you think I can’t battle rap
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| Cause I roll a Cadillac
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| Put your money where your pie-hole is and watch me fuck you
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| Watch your cash like my name was Jason Biggs
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| I’m making kids wanna grow up to be astronauts again
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| Cause they see being an MC is not an option when
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| There’s a hungry motherfucker like me lookin for fresh meat
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| To make 'em look foolish as hell over their best beat
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| I press heat to your ear like gauze to a wound
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| Hoping that it goes platinum like them Cosby cartoons
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| If I don’t get a plaque on my wall from platinum release
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| I’ll still be a classic to y’all with plaque on my teeth
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| Chain smoking, brain choking the shit outta rappers
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| I had to end your beginning to start the next chapter
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| Now I’m on some other shit like that that common wears
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| Or the Enron affair or André's hair
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| Somebody else might, but I just don’t care
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| What you say, or where your from
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| I’m the baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums
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| Such a sick tongue, I should be an
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| Have to wear this long beard to hide the IV
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| My goal since I was young: be a fly MC
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| So I jumped off the gym junior high PE
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| Fell flat on my face, everyone laughed at me
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| Now my flow’s so strong gravity defies me
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| And I float on air without a pair of Nikes
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| So you just can’t compare to flows rare like these |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Def Cover , by - Murs. Song from the album The End Of The Beginning, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп