Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Innocent, artist - Murs. Album song Murs For President, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.09.2008
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
I'm Innocent |
What up though? |
It’s MURS and, it seems like nobody’s trying man |
There’s kids dying in Sudan and nobody cares man |
At least I’m trying, man |
Look, don’t ever let the fact that you can’t be perfect |
Stop you from doing your best |
MURS for President |
Unless we try, the innocent will die |
You can’t close your eyes, keep living in a lie |
Look, we not helpless |
We not hopeless |
Said a prayer for the homie, locked up and wrote this |
He got to get out and change his ways |
While I’m looking for a way to explain these days |
It’s trying times, I’m trying to rhyme |
But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah |
Look, I’m dying to be different |
Down to die to make a difference |
Music for the movement with a message upliftin' |
Went from set-trippin' to trips around the world |
Opportunities are oysters, you might find a pearl |
You can’t be scared to take that chance |
Cause if you had to knock twice then you late for the dance |
You gotta, move with urgency, assert with certainty |
Ask me if I’m set to serve, I say, «Certainly» |
Higher than the kite, I’m high off life |
At the height of my career, a high priest on mics |
I’m anti-thug and anti-drugs |
Brought peace to the party and got anti-love |
But haters so antiquated, I anticipated |
Accepted it internally, had 9th interpolate it |
He chopped it up and laid it in a session and he played it |
I wrote, recorded to it, now look what we created |
A hot mess, I’m hot off the press |
You yesterday’s news, dude you just not fresh |
You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes |
I’m a shot of espresso and hot morning sex |
Early to rise and the last to fall |
The best thing for black youths since the basketball |
Word to Kurtis Blow, you gotta know +The Breaks+ |
And if you don’t know your history, I know your fate |
Uh, look |
Been here a minute, be around a while longer |
Every rhyme invented, my style got stronger |
Grayskull Power when I spray soul showers |
While you battle rap cats, just lay low cowards |
Oh, you mad cause I’m stylin' on you |
Love songs one minute, then I’m wildin' on you |
That’s The Pain you gotta Love And Appreciate |
I’m a Bad Man, you Silly Girls need to get it straight |
Ha, small guys, denying this is my world |
Your girlfriend call herself a dark-skinned white girl |
Got a 9th beat |
Man come on |
He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on |
Run-on sentence |
I’m the best, period |
He pull the track out, I’ll black out I’m not hearing it |
Nada, nothing, the negative zone |
And if you can’t do better, you should let it alone, hah |
I want it more than you |
I want it, I want it right now |
I’m wanted in forty-eight states for this style |
It’s sicker than syringes, streamlined with strychnine |
Vegan diet, healthy heart and soul with a sick mind |
Inclined to flip split minds when I spit rhymes |
So go ahead kick yours, hope I don’t kick mine |
At 50-yard line against the wind through the uprights |
While you just choke and can’t win cause you uptight |
Ha! |
He came to the game with two emcees |
Back when people said you can’t make beats on PCs |
Internet haters, major labels be damned |
Soon produced the full-blown threat for the man |
Now his phone blowin' up, he can’t hold it in his hand |
A few months back them fools didn’t understand |
Now it’s Mary J and Erykah, Jean Grey, etc |
The name 9th Wonder and he crushin' all competitors |
I cross-train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks |
Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that? |
I speak clear like the sample is in triplicates |
Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this |
Insane, inspired, insider street analyst |
Questioning authority who don’t know what the answer is |
The voice is proof the choice of the youth |
Forensic evidence say the boy is the truth |