Murs

Released: March 23, 2004

Songwriter: Murs 9th Wonder

Producer: 9th Wonder

[Hook]
Left me standin here
On this lonely street to cry

[Intro: Murs]
This is... a Living Legends, Justus League
Definitive Jux presentation
Brought to you by 9th Wonder aaand...

[Verse 1: Murs]
MURS, what up though, still givin' a fuck so
Open up your changer and get ready to dump those
Disc of the dudes that be soundin' the same
They get up on TV, steady clownin' for fame
Disrespectin' ancestors that was bound in them chains
But I'm around in the game so thangs is bound to change
I'm tryna walk that thin line between intelligence and ignorance
Have a little fun while makin' music of significance
A nemesis to niggas just bumpin' they gums
I give a fuck where you from, it's where your heart at bitch
You gon' bite, little doggy, or just bark that shit?
A slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip
Cause my heart can't quit, I got something to say
Cause these niggas wanna act N.W.A
Niggas With Artillery and nothin' to spray
Just some non-writing assholes with nothin' to say

[Interlude: Joe Scudda]
That's right motherfuckas
Old salty ass, sideways ass motherfuckas
Y'all done fucked up now, huh? MURS, get em

[Verse 2: MURS]
I'm from where we leaving running and we hop outta cars
Jump out and beat you down in some new All-Stars
No stars and stripes, just bars and pipes
And niggas just start shootin', they too hard to fight
I'm scarred for life, and charge this mic with bars of fright
Dare any one of you frauds to bite
I'm raw as life with loss of wife and cause of strife
Spittin' sharp wit like I floss with knives
Not contrived or conceited, on your radio repeated
I'm elitist and I leave this Red Hot like Kiedis
I'm a Californicator, and a street narrator
Steady runnin' rappers down until they meet their maker
Concrete caretaker to these weak imitators
They a Screech to my Slater, piece of beef to a gator
Or the Heat vs. Lakers, I'ma speak to ya later
And let 9th take me out with techniques and a fader

[Interlude: Joe Scudda]
What's wrong wit y'all man?
The fuck is y'all thinkin' bout? Damn
Them motherfuckas is lame man, get ya shit right man

[Verse 3: Murs]
I'm from the home of Double K, nothin' but trouble gang
KWS's, LTS's, OFA's
And every other crew that used to rack cans and spray
And mob the RUD before the MTA
So don't hate what I say or talk down when I bust mine
Tryin' to make some green like the Culver City bus line
I'm unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight
This Living Legend gang, what you punks rhymin' like?
I combine with 9th, sickest with these beats
I mean so sick like he's forgettin' to eat
A hard man to take down like Michael Vick on his feet
And anybody chose me they was thinkin' defeat
I'ma spit with this heat until I get my credit
I'm a verbal martial artist like I'm signed to Shady Records
And you bitches best respect it or I will destroy you
Have your whole crew screamin' out "You're My Boy, Blue!"

Nicholas Carter, better known as Murs (sometimes stylized as MURS), is an American hip hop artist from Los Angeles, California. His name didn’t originally have a meaning, but has since become a backronym and has come to mean several things over his 20+ years as an

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