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fuck with none of these bitches, they can't even get a wave (bye)
I just heard your album, it wasn't givin' what it was 'posed to have gave
I could be

to your cries
But you can guess what his answer is
Get dry, then write
Smile

Let's get to the music

the morning take two of these
Blue and greens, by any means you a fiend
Shoot him up with music like New Orleans
Talking that patois, Mardi Gras, hardy har
You

Ground Zero

The Diplomats

Diplomatic Immunity

2003

The shit is disguster
Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by evil
Yeah, I see your bitch is impressed, my kicks is all fresh

but your raps are boring
They leave me snoring, you ain't making hits
All due respect man, it's not a diss
But your album stinks like imported Swiss

care burn up the minutes on the cell
Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell
I get abusive with the flows on me
When I seduce em' they just

queen's 

I come in like a kite
Givin ya paper cuts
Covered in spit
Throwing a fit
Like a babbling bitch
And the thing is
When you're running your mouth 
I

see you fill yo' nose
Get your bm 'cause she wish she was me
She prolly should just stick to Plan B
Clearblue with the positive read
She in pain, but,

totally disagree then you're just out to get me
Maybe not 
Maybe your taste in music is unique 
If that's so that's cool, don't mess with me

I hate this

and put out that wack flow track?”
He’s looking for a rap that’ll make him stack dough fast
And come out with a whole album like “I’m in 2Pac mode class!”

Intro

Murs

¡Mursday!

2014

What up though
It's Murs, 9th Wonder
Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition
Shut your fat mouth, and listen

[Verse 1]
Anticipation got the deck stacked

Intro

Murs

Murs 3:16: The 9th Edition

2004

What up though
It's Murs, 9th Wonder
Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition
Shut your fat mouth, and listen

[Verse 1]
Anticipation got the deck stacked

sound like or remind them about
like I'm affected by the bullshit that comes out your mouth
instead of giving me credit for what you never could do
If I

burn up the minutes on the cell
Just turn up the music and feel its hard as hell
I get abusive with the flows on me
When I seduce em' they just wanna

Lose hope, hang by a rope
Walk around while you run your mouth
Little sick fuck, little sick cunt
Fuck around and get sticked up
Whipped up, yeah
I'm

want to listen to it
But your music
Man
That's what I can get down to
Your Mother's Favorite Rapper
Ho-ho-ho I love it
By the way
Tell your mom I said hi

Ayy, yuh
Metallic Malik in the booth man this my first album ever, ayy, yuh,
goin' crazy with it, yuh, yeah, yeah, ayy

Look, early bird, I can't be

you knew
Is just a lie - the dirty truth leaves you surprised
your point of view
Is so despised by all the troops
You used to serve your country well

see you
They all came to see me
Pop out at your party like I'm Polo G
Pop out like I'm 3-D it gets smokey when I pop
Bitch I'll pop you in the mouth

Just move with caution when you play with me
The ball was in your court so I went and intercept it
Niggas been sleeping on me , I should prolly cop em

girl it's like you live in my head
Your presence I felt
Damn
All this damage I dealt
I'm glad I fell in love with you this shit was good for my health

my album paves the way
Here we go again, with every rap I make
Sitting in the back room, talking ‘bout everytime I see the way
Last time I dropped

too, so I fell off

I had no confidence in myself so I dropped off

Man your music sucks, you sound too freaking soft

But call me whatever 
My rhymes,

doubting me
I’m M.I.Geezus, Mr. motherfuckin’ October
One album deep, no bitch, it’s not over
Pumped a little iron, yeah your boy got a little swoller
Clench