| Chorus: scratched x2]
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| «Uh-ohh!». |
| «We in this, to win this»
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| «Murs»
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| I make music unbelievable, inconceivable
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| To the average MC, those who don’t understand
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| How savage I be M, U-R-S
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| But so far from PC, 80 gear car drive
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| 512 MB, rip your audio files to shreds
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| Off the head, when amped to the point
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| I want every rapper dead, even in sleep mode
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| Take 'em down by the low without the McAfee scan
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| When a pen’s in my fingers I mack/Mac with my hands
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| And the game so tight it gets, disc drives open
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| Cause my CD’s RW, type
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| More advanced than them MC’s you say I’m like
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| A blue pen to encrypt what I say on mics
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| All day all night, tryin to break down my guard
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| But you can’t crack the cypher of the underground Gods
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| Gonna make me around and have to pull your sound cards
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| Now am I too dope for mainstream or not that cool?
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| I’m not bitter I’m just better than these top-ranked fools
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| While I’m waitin patiently til it’s, my turn to rule
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| It’s «The Low End Theory,"everything moves in cycles
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| The way that Kobe Bryant is just ampin like he’s Michael
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| I’m psycho, like those, East coast
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| Put West coast slang in they flow to make figures
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| Pop your collar to that one time, for me homey
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| Cause you can miss a with that phony baloney
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| But I guess it’s one love, hip-hop unified
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| As long as you respect the overage and we won’t hoo-ride
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| And you can have that one too
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| Use it as a gimmick to go platinum through
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| Cause my generation’s comin with that brand new
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| A whole gang of who, can’t stand you
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| So, please step aside
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| Or get yo' stepped on when we ride
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| I be on kamikaze missions, hittin tracks head on
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| For those who dared to disrespect this culture, that I bled on
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| I’m headstrong, I make rash decisions
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| While I’m spittin pure salt that’ll crash your vision
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| You got the game on lock, then I smash your prison
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| I make empires crumble when I clash with rhythm
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| Your whole group straight fruit with no passion in 'em
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| Yes cash is venom, and we all been affected
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| But I made the antidote, when I wrote this record
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| You shouldn’t have to be broke, so that folks respect it
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| You can still be a joke, with the dopest necklace
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| Just on the talent that, you’ve been blessed with
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| Who the am I to invoke the message
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| Haven’t been to that level but I hope I’m tested
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| When I get there I hope I don’t, choke and wreck it
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| So I can go out dope and, most respected |