| What up though?
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| Guess what? |
| MURS rules the world
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| Everything you touch and see
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| Not a portion of a smidgen
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| The whole fuckin' world is under my jurisdiction
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| No restrictions, my volition
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| From the way I rock the mic you might have had the suspicion that
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| My new composition aptly titled «Smackin' Rivals»
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| Rap revivals, tappin' spinals, snatchin' vinyl’s cause it’s spinnable
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| And packed with your essential
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| Hip hop minerals
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| A life time criminal
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| I have to do a show when the energy is minimal
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| And asshole cynical
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| Original with syllable
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| Analog to digital
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| Accumulate residuals
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| Stimulatin' visuals
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| And demonstrate within my flow that
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| Not just a catchy phrase, a way of life
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| Extreme confidence when I lay this mic
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| Audio orgasms when I deliver to heads
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| Like my 30 minute workout
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| Makin' women shiver in bed
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| Not livin' for bread or livin' for cheese
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| I’m givin' MC’s somethin' to measure careers by
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| I tower Sears high
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| While you Grand Canyon low
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| I’m All American, you just a band standin' hoe
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| I man handle flow
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| Bitch slappin' drum kicks
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| Beatin' on every single snare like I’m crackin' drum sticks
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| It’s done effortless like mackin' dumb chicks
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| I’m a let you know this son of a bitch named
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| And there will be no takin' over
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| Makin' douja off the books
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| That makes grown ups stop and look
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| Makin' Grover sing my hooks
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| Cause I’m just that type of nigga
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| Makin' models out of strippers
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| Makin' water out of liquor
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| The miracle man
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| Rule the spherical land
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| With imperial plans
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| My material expands the conscious and hardcore
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| Everything you checkin' for
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| Plus a little bit more
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| I reckon I’m the sure shot
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| For hip hop consumers
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| What collection is complete without the world’s rightful ruler?
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| Bud Light up in the cooler
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| When I’m chillin' in Tuscan on the southside
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| MURS the man with the mouth as big as all outside
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| Heard some shit by quiet niggas
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| I doubt they down to ride, cause I know many of 'em
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| And plenty of 'em pussy
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| I talk the talk and walk the walk
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| Rap to your motherfuckin' face and I dare you to push me
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| Cause MURS rules the world
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| Oh what you didn’t know? |
| It’s kinda difficult to miss
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| The person who said ignorance is bliss wasn’t listenin' to this
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| M-U-R-S
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| And I’m back with a vengeance like a sack on 4th and inches
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| A little more cocky and a tad bit pretentious
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| A lot more refined but I guess you’ll get used to it
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| Like hittin' a pay phone with a quarter and dime
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| I’m a dedicate this album to everyone who cried when they killed Optimus Prime
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| Bang on every like I’m locked in the rhyme
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| I’m cockin' my mind
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| Ready to shoot the shit with any individual, group or clique
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| I guarantee they meet they fate
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| See I put out my own albums, so they can’t recuperate
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| On the low you look for hooks like a fish pursuing bait
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| But I HATE
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| See I’m tryin' to innovate
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| But enough of that for later
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| Let’s get one thing straight
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| Whether you tryin' to write a rhyme
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| On the net killin' time
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| Backstage snortin' lines
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| At work on the phone or at home with your girl
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| Just remember one thing
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| One thing bitch
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| MURS rules the world |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Murs Rules the World , by - Murs. Song from the album Murs Rules the World, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп