lirik lagu murs - say anything
[skit]
the guy’s got an attitude problem
the f~ckin’ zoo’s closed, right? did you see it, mark?
yeah i did, i, umm
[intro: bizarro & luckyiam.psc]
say what?
i’m not going anywhere, i’m going to my room (yup)
leave me alone, murs, biatch (yeah, we know)
now it’s like (we know all that), apple, wine and kool~aid
(we see everything that’s going on)
it’s not the time to travel down the path without direction
(i mean, sometimes we gotta address here, correctly)
you don’t know where you going
(’cause there’s things that need to be said to certain foes)
this rhyme here is like, ahh, “say anything” factor, fool
f~ckin’ a fact, you know what i mean?
so look (what’s going on, you know), peep this sh~t
[verse 1: the grouch]
now, some do it this way and some do it that
every time i grab the microphone i’m guaranteed to rap somethin’ tight
bumpin’ right for the bass fiend’s musical, of course
morse code couldn’t decode the feelings i possess
stress the wording, the effort i’m exerting and the outcome
some so devout, couldn’t shake him like a [?] blown out
and even if it was, even if it was
we still would get some love and give it back in return
me, i learn from my mistakes, probably profit off of yours
stay the f~ck away from f~ggots, mud ducks and coke wh0res
hot spittin’ folklore, ripping, to be broke
you’re mistaken if you’re aching for a promo, that’s a no~no
i go the length, supply the bass, thanks to all supporters
beggars kiss my ass, wouldn’t loan you a f~ckin’ quarter
if you asked, politely, you never would invite me
to your job and give me product
that concept’s better never thought up
[interlude: murs]
and all who will be quiet in a breadth of shame
i cannot
(2) for honest work, you proffer me full pay
(3) for honest dreams, your spit is in my face
(4) and so my fist is clenched today, to strike your head
[verse 2: murs & the grouch]
and i’ll be the first to take one, murs, never faked one move in this life
well maybe i have
but from melrose to telegraph i’ve seen fools do worse
and i’ve been here for a while, observed the styles
and rinsed the good and evil out, like men do
sold out 10 to your business, cleansed a straight and narrow path
those who laugh first, usually never laugh last
they come half ass and fall off, and beg for you to call off the dogs
’cause their barks are really worse than their bites
am i right?
for sho’
i know a gang of n~ggas talkin’ big sh~t
but them egghead n~ggas always get they wig split
scrambled and fried, like lsd
jealous see it but you don’t and probably won’t until the end
so until then
[verse 3: luckyiam.psc]
peep the hard steers, and guns bumpin’
we get the party to jumpin’ and start dumpin’ on somethin’, yo
ego, a casualty, taken off the planet like things sent to sp~ce
a satellite, wasting transmissions of whackness
f~ck “practice makes perfect”, it’s too late to enter if you’re over 18
i mean, choose the new hustle, n~ggas take the sh~t serious (man)
i’ll serve you myself, if i hear you kickin’ silly sh~t
nowadays everybody know somebody tryna f~cking rap (hey man, i know how to rap)
but if you take a poll on dope sh~t, you’ll find mostly (ahhh)
that new sh~t has a pure form
you bare wagon herbs, and nerds that turned djs
suck some f~ckin sperm
[verse 4: arata]
[~rapping in j~panese~]
[verse 5: luckyiam.psc]
my raps are like f~ckin’ heirlooms
save ’em on some ~n~log, and they worth more than a hundred times
you brought the sh~t (what?)
i’d elect ol’ dirty for president ’cause he simply doesn’t give a f~ck
and fools that don’t give a f~ck gots to get control
like, me on the mic is hot gun, cruisin’ over the beat
’cause i’ve always gots to have fun
a ace
when piloting these lyrics, manoeuvres kinda like star fox
and i’m handy when it’s time to box
purely lyrical, and a asset to any track i bless
i wouldn’t diss on more outside projects, but my crew’s the best (haha)
comin’ fresh, never forget living legends
for all the second crews that wanna front, and try to test my leverage
[verse 6: murs]
this goes out to all competition
f~ck that, everybody who listens
’cause don’t n0body be servin’ tapes on the street
claimin’ that you underground, but you scared of the heat! (b~tch)
so i be on the spot servin’ major knock, my pager rocks
on the illegal tip
i eyed you on some eagle sh~t
now watch how quick i can hit on some evil sh~t
believe it or not
cross me, i guarantee you ridin’ eighteen double hockey sticks (haha)
gettin’ nowhere ridin’ my d~ck
all on some jockey sh~t but i don’t f~ck with midgets
or b~tches who look like [?]
tryna find a black woman like bridget (yup)
admit it, defeat that is
we beat whack kids like they stole something
claimin’ you hold weight, you hold nothin’ (b~tch)
couldn’t hold water
leakin’ like a sieve, tryna soak up game from the legendary lifestyles we live
b~tch
[outro: murs]
and it goes down like that (big peace)
mid city (j~panese)
motherf~ckin’ arata, champion of the seven seas
ah~ah!
arata, you j~panese, that’s some tight~ass mcin’
motherf~ckin’ living legends crew
grouch heating sh~t up, i thought you knew! b~tch
crazy ass song, say anything you want, you can never be wrong
like that
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