Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Def Cover, artist - Murs. Album song The End Of The Beginning, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Murs 316
Song language: English
Def Cover |
Creep with me while I crawl through the hood |
Maniac lyricist, just call me Murs, that’s good |
You’ll get crushed when I bust on beats |
And you’ll never hear me holla bullshit for the streets |
I’m not anti-white, or anti-nigga, just anti-ignorant and anti-idiot |
El-P make the beat and ain’t I killin it? |
Don’t care who you are, if I ain’t feelin it |
I’m tellin your ass |
Fuck you and these labels that be selling that trash |
And these underground artists with their sales gone bad |
Fuck with me I’ll do it Sugafree |
And send you to the corner just to get my cash |
I’ll whoop that ass |
Put that on your momma |
And get ready for the action cause I don’t bring drama |
I’m a tell the world you’re wack |
In every interview |
Plus your squad’s kinda pale |
You need some color in your crew |
Bought your first rap tape way back in '92 |
You had Slaughter, Warren, Slayer, and Firehouse |
Thought this rap thing is cool, hey I might try it out |
There’s only do and do not |
There is no try |
It’s in the Midichlorian for true Jedi |
You was scared to come to shows cause they let the lead fly |
Now you have no heart, no soul, no funk |
And it’s 187 on you underground punks |
«Do you like it?» |
«I can give a fuck how you feelin'» |
«Feel this» |
«Bitch feel this» |
I was bumping Nocturnal when my mind started to travel |
On how I used to seek out MCs for raps to unravel |
Now you think I can’t battle rap |
Cause I roll a Cadillac |
Put your money where your pie-hole is and watch me fuck you |
Watch your cash like my name was Jason Biggs |
I’m making kids wanna grow up to be astronauts again |
Cause they see being an MC is not an option when |
There’s a hungry motherfucker like me lookin for fresh meat |
To make 'em look foolish as hell over their best beat |
I press heat to your ear like gauze to a wound |
Hoping that it goes platinum like them Cosby cartoons |
If I don’t get a plaque on my wall from platinum release |
I’ll still be a classic to y’all with plaque on my teeth |
Chain smoking, brain choking the shit outta rappers |
I had to end your beginning to start the next chapter |
Now I’m on some other shit like that that common wears |
Or the Enron affair or André's hair |
Somebody else might, but I just don’t care |
What you say, or where your from |
I’m the baddest motherfucker touching down on kick drums |
Such a sick tongue, I should be an |
Have to wear this long beard to hide the IV |
My goal since I was young: be a fly MC |
So I jumped off the gym junior high PE |
Fell flat on my face, everyone laughed at me |
Now my flow’s so strong gravity defies me |
And I float on air without a pair of Nikes |
So you just can’t compare to flows rare like these |