Better Than The Best
My name is M-U-R-SHailing from the far westKillafornia, California, L.A. Ahhh YesYou may have heard of usWe all ain't murderersDrive by shootingsYou can kick it on the curb with usWe got blue skiesWe got palm treesWe got boulevardsBeaches with a calm breezeAs far as MCsI'm the best of emOnly five nineIt's above all the rest of emI mean we got dodged and we got queuedEverybody with this blue and the red feudMan these dudes always trying to kill somethingI'm putting words together hoping that you feel somethingTrying to put that pride back into the black musicYou can clap to it in your Lac or your Buick (do it)I had to do it cause nobody else canCouldn't beat anybody other than myself man[Chorus 2X]The best to ever do itThe best that ever did itMurs is better than your favorite rapper admit itBetter than your bestYall best to forget itMurs is better than your favorite rapper admit itI'm shaking babiesAnd I'm kissing handsJumping in the crowd going crazy with my fansI stand alone, Don't need anyoneBut it takes two so I'm going home with anyoneYall ladies that's looking like ChristinaMilian or Ricci I could really take eitherBlonde girls, Black girls, Asian girls, whateverI never met a girl that I didn't like everDouble negativeThat means I'm positivelyThe best rapper that you ever heard obviouslyNever heard of me you didn't listen hard enoughBeen moving weight on your block like a garbage truckNo trash rapI'm moving past thatI want crack rap just to get the ass cappedI feel a change comingI got the game runningBack to the lab now they all trying to say something[Chorus 2X]I write songsYall write 16sYall need to grow up stop playing with kids thingsYou gotta a permitA license to killI was making yall money when I didn't have a deal (fo real)In on the real or stealWorking for the white manEven if you is moving that white, manYall men are on the same wordNo matter what you say man it's just absurdAnd I never been servedNot in the drive thru, not even on the curb (Hell naw)Not a warrant, not even a subpoenaNot even peanuts in a sold out arenaThat's why you salty, The fans exalt meWhy you over yonder throwing hate trying to halt meMan I won't stop, my grind won't pauseI'm moving positive circles like a round of applause[Chorus 2X]
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