[MURS]
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It's the end of the beginning
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So I thought it only right that I bring along the
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motherfuckers I started this shit with
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2003MG Melancholy Gypsys
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MURS, Scarub, Eligh
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[Eligh]
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To do it right in life is just an angle breakin'
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Make or break myself in the matter of moments under discretion
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With lessons upon the forefront, My life is in the breeze
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Makin' my knees squeak beggin' my soul to please speak
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Universal guides then listen, trouble sometimes blister my vision
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But I've enlisted my mind for the full mission
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Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon
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Talkin' about "What'chu gonna do in the future?"
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"Movin' up the ladder with ass kissin'."
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I'm on my last mission in life
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Dumping through the middle grounds like a junkyard dog in a prowl
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Guarding my bow throwin' in the towel when it's right
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Until then I'm walking towards the light with my sword drawn from a fight
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Doing everything bad that happens has an opposite reaction
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Keep my feet on traction, until my goals in life are right in front of my face
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And I can smell, touch and taste what I've been workin' for
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I'll be walkin' out the front door
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[Chorus 2X]
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It's a done deal, do it 'til it's done
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'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun
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It's a done deal, let's have a little fun
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'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun
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[MURS]
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I'm talking done deal, closed case
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Ain't no time for looking back on the road you take
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You gotta claim your spot, nobody hold your place
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Ain't no time to preach about time you chose to waste
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You gotta mold your fate, hold your weight
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All my peoples NY to the Golden Gate
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Who know the rap about the breed and the gold is fake
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How we all supposed to eat when they want the whole cake?
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Niggas want all the dough, but never learn to bake
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So they rise too fast and they burn the plate
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But I'm concerned with fate, and watch the turns I take
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Know this world is affected by the moves you make
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So I ain't gotta stop moving just to prove you fake
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Just spit these real raps to get this real estate
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So I can steal your fanbase and steal your date
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Won't have a soul mate until I meet my soul mate
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Scarub]
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It's like I'm type of walking towards heaven through hell
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Everyday it's something new, I'll make it through; so many fell off
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Whoever knew it cost so much to clutch a dream
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In between the thumb and the index lies a small space for mistakes
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The indication for almost
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Sometimes you hold it until you face to magnify how
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close you came in life to something
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That you measure up to
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I know that pain like my enemy
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Slap my ass when I'm born, and will hold my hand when it's the end of me
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The lessons learned in between these two extremes feed me energy
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I keep it moving with the force of a crane
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where the steel ball's just swinging at the end
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All it takes is one pen to tap these words out like
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Morse code over your eardrums
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To speak to your spirit
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Intoxicate you with my speech to crash crew like drunk driving
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Whether it be freestyling or stage diving I float over these weak rappers
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Like volcanic islands, I got a fire in me
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[Chorus 2X]
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Done Deal (featuring 3MG)
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Murs |