M.U.R.S a nigga known to rip a microphone
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Leave you enthrasted in the zone
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Much to advanced to clone
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Master of this urban rhyme science
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Combined my legendary alliance
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9th wonder of the world right after the giant
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East Oakland California is where we conquer
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The formula to leave compititions silent
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See rarely pull that B in emcee
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Thought i'd give it to u straight
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At the one eight zero degree
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And I should be the man
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Receiving Platinum certificates
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Cause this shit will get heard a million times
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Rhymes so intricate heads will have to rewind
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Sometimes I feel like quiting
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Until I hear a nigga up there with a microphone
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bullshitin, I'm like that's koo shut the fuck up
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If he knew where i was sitting
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Got a dope Rhyme for everytime
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A beady touch my lip, an been added to the text
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For about five years so that makes
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Eighteen thousand two hundred fifty
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Dope rhymes just to hit your ear
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Precise Calculations nigga master the equation
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Cause mathematics and understanding
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Rules supreme, so i suggest your ass
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Get down with the winning team
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and in it seems to be 9
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Niggas know when to strike out like Doc Gutton
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Once they've met with my mind
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So wanting to reach and fuck up
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My herbs run average, I'll turn one savage
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Raise to let you know
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I got a grip of microphones
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You still at that Grabbing stage, to have it stage
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Hard to kick, like bet money underneath my feet
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Your shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack
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muthafuckers Don't mix
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Like music to drive by and way to funky
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So these nigga's get ate quick
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Couple punk muthafuckers got me thinking Freestyle battles ain't shit
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so my ass is trying to quit, but this rap game
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Got to many glitches
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For example Underground rap shows
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Not enough pussy and way to many bitches
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The 8th Samurai
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