[Murs]

I'm a, hood legend, you should feel threatened

Front I'ma show you what's good in a second

The best in the business, I mean what is it?

The dopest MC to walk talk it and live it

A wide bright screen with a blockbuster signature

Every new line I speak should be in cinemas

Champion sound, I win with words

Like you finally talked your girl into sleepin with a friend of hers

Oh yeah, I'm off on a good one

Momma's so proud of what her boy from the hood done

Got off the meat and I got my mind right, I

Got out these streets I got my grind like I

Got on these beats I gotta come tight it's

Gotta be me, it's gotta be 9th

Your boy dropped some stuff and it was probably nice

But they need a little help, and a lot of advice

Quit while you're ahead, you ain't seein no bread and

Don't sleep on us, you can sleep when you're dead

And grateful, you didn't live life hateful

Change for the better like the weather in April

Food for the soul, go ahead and grab a plateful

A heart full of hate, is a waste and disgraceful

Uhhhh, don't ingest, turn your stomach

When a brother only wanna see another brother plummet

Come wit'cha best and you can lose like the rest

Straight shots when I shoot how we do on the West

Yeah!



[Murs]

You know who we might be, man myth or MC

But Murs sums it up best now, wouldn't you agree?

I, stuck to the plate like it's And1 and straight

Sew the mic around your neck and then bounce it off your face

With grace, the ace in the hole, replacin the old

Cause the new generation got a taste for some soul

Hold on to opinions 'til I tell you to have one

That mic wasn't hot until the spot 'til I grabbed one

Off the stand now it's off the hook

And when the beat is this nuts, then I'm off the books

Meaning, off the head, freestylin makin bread

And I shoulda been in a movie but I made my own instead

Still pioneering with this independent hustle

And your mic cord is much too short for you to tussle

For the man that pro like 40-Water, poured in rememberance

Of every hood soldier that died in ghetto tenements

Innocent 'til proven guilty

Should I die don't look for the dude that killed me

Look for a brighter tomorrow, and in spite of the sorrow

Live every moment to the fullest so your life isn't hollow

And you can holla out my name from the top of the game

And since you passed homey I promise I'll do the same

For if a soul is avenged through the deeds of a friend

Then success has always been the best form of revenge

THE END