| Watch me blow the top off of mics
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| When I rock it don’t stop
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| Like the burnin' sensation when I drop off this mic
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| Can’t stop this for life
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| The rappin' that is
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| If I came wack, it’d hurt me more than it’d hurt y’all
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| Like when parents slap their kids
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| What’s about to happen is
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| (Nah, what had happened was)
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| I started making up these tapes, stackin' up my buzz
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| Rackin' up these dubs, steady packin up the clubs
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| Is there any other crew who does it quite like us?
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| Do they make 'em rush the floor?
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| Ya see that’s what counts
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| Like a club DJ throwin' on More Bounce
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| And y’all know how we do it over here in L. A
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| Everybody and they mamma?
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| And I say what I mean when I put it in a verse
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| Rhymes like? |
| your words would snatch a purse
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| From a blind senior citizen
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| You know the wack shit like Bob Denver known as Gilligan, I’m killin' 'em
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| Facin' twenty-five to life if I touch a pen again
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| So I thought I might quit, but then I thought again
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| At least I’m dyin' for a cause instead of Benjamins, uhh
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| Now I rock velour jumpsuits, no shirt on
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| Tryin' to get my flirt on, throwin' hurt on the mic
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| Like white on rice, Platinum on ice. |
| dots on dice
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| You may know some dope niggas and they may be polite but they not this nice
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| I got twice what they do
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| Imagine evertything they wrote and at the top a little two
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| He gon' have to spit a few if I only spit one
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| You mess with sixteen bars, I’m simply bar none, far from ordinary
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| Even by my fuckin' milk from the Legendary
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| Fairy dust M.C.s, time to get your wings clipped
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| When you’re playin' Mr. Tough and you’re sweet as Pixie Stix
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| Your fans, they suck it up, the truth must be exposed
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| I jump on stage and fuck em up
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| Jabroni’s never stand a chance against rap entertainment’s most electrifying man
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| Mics short circuit soon as they touch my hands
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| Sell my music on the streets to stay in touch with my fans
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| Man, my crew can’t be beat!
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| We got this thing locked like the door on a white lady’s automoblie
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| When she sees me cross the street
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| Flat out truth when I speak
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| With no time for plateaus I keep striving for the peak until I go insane
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| And it’s as plain as the clothes on an undercover cop
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| That I got a fan base that’ll never stop growing, been around for a while
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| And for y’all who not knowin…
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| And for y’all who not knowin' I’m a |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living Legend, artist - Murs. Album song Murs Rules the World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп