Murs - 8th Samurai Lyrics
M.U.R.S a nigga known to rip a microphoneLeave you enthrasted in the zoneMuch to advanced to cloneMaster of this urban rhyme scienceCombined my legendary alliance9th wonder of the world right after the giantEast Oakland California is where we conquerThe formula to leave compititions silentSee rarely pull that B in emceeThought i'd give it to u straightAt the one eight zero degreeAnd I should be the manReceiving Platinum certificatesCause this shit will get heard a million timesRhymes so intricate heads will have to rewindSometimes I feel like quitingUntil I hear a nigga up there with a microphonebullshitin, I'm like that's koo shut the ***** upIf he knew where i was sittingGot a dope Rhyme for everytimeA beady touch my lip, an been added to the textFor about five years so that makesEighteen thousand two hundred fiftyDope rhymes just to hit your earPrecise Calculations nigga master the equationCause mathematics and understandingRules supreme, so i suggest your assGet down with the winning teamand in it seems to be 9Niggas know when to strike out like Doc GuttonOnce they've met with my mindSo wanting to reach and ***** upMy herbs run average, I'll turn one savageRaise to let you knowI got a grip of microphonesYou still at that Grabbing stage, to have it stageHard to kick, like bet money underneath my feetYour shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wackmutha*****ers Don't mixLike music to drive by and way to funkySo these nigga's get ate quickCouple punk mutha*****ers got me thinking Freestyle battles ain't shitso my ass is trying to quit, but this rap gameGot to many glitchesFor example Underground rap showsNot enough ***** and way to many *****es
