What up dog? Murson It seems like nobody's man There's kids dying in and nobody cares man At I'm trying, man Look, ever let the fact that you can't be perfect Stop you from doing best 'Murs for President'
we try the innocent'll die You can't close your eyes, living in a lie Look, we not helpless, we not Said a prayer for the whose locked up and wrote this
He got to get out and his ways I'm looking for a way to explain these days It's trying time so I'm trying to But so many with this life of crime, hah
Look, I'm to be different, down to die to make a difference Music for the movement a message, uplifting Went from set to trips around the world Opportunities are oysters, you might a pearl
You be scared to take that chance 'Cuz if you rather knock twice then you're for the dance You move with urgency, assert with certainty Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say,
Higher than the kite, I'm off life At the height of my career, a high priest on I'm anti thug and drugs peace to the party and got anti love
But so antiquated, I anticipated Accepted it at night interpolated He chopped it up and laid it in a session and he played it I wrote, recorded to it, now look we created
A hot mess, I'm hot off the You yesterday's news, dude, you not fresh You coffee, you wet cigarettes I'm a shot of and hot morning sex
to rise and the last to fall The thing for black youths is the basketball Word to Kurtis Blow, you know the breaks And if you don't know your history, I know fate
Uh, look, here a minute, be around a while longer Every rhyme invented, my style got Powers when I spray soul showers While you battle rap cats, just lay low
Oh, you mad I'm stylin' on you songs one minute, then I'm whilin' on you That's the pain, you gotta and appreciate I'm a bad man, you silly girls to get it straight
Hah, small guys, denying this is my Your girlfriend call herself a dark skinned, white Got a nice beat, man, on He hear me in the sample before he even through the on
Run on sentence, I'm the best He pull the out, I'll black out I'm not hearing it Nada, nothing, the negative And if you do better, you should let it alone, hah
I want it more you, I want it, I want it right now I'm wanted in 48 statees for thou It's sicker than a syringe that's with strychnine Vegan diet, heart and soul with a sick mind
Inclined to split minds when I spit rhymes So go ahead kick yours and hope I kick mine A 50 yard line against the wind through the While you just choke and can't win you uptight
Hah, he to the game with two emcees Back when people said you make beats on PCs haters, major labels be damned Soon produced the blown threat for the man
Now his phone blowin' up, he can't hold it in his A few months them fools didn't understand I was J and Erica, Jean Grey, etc But the name's 9th and he crushing all competitors
I cross train, brain fuel on hot tracks Burn in infernos, you got that? I speak clear the sample is in triplicates Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle
Insane, inspired, street analyst Questioning authority who know what the answer is The voice is proof the of the youth Forensic evidence say the boy is the