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i spit hot bars, i spit on cop cars,
i spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
got the goods, uptown to Hollywood
so what you don't like us, your girl probably would

having a good day, on the freeway of Lo Say in Murs's el dove
listening to Ghostface
well hold up and let me smile for a minute
while i look across the sky for the limit, come and get it
ima ride this roller coaster till the wheels fall off
and i'm ride ya Caliroll till my eel goes soft
take a journey through the mid of a one of a kind
self made mother fucker that's enjoying his time
on land on air on mics and on sea
let it all just be, good times on me
its California fool, flyest breezes in the world
and we can roll up a bleezy that could make your toes curl
it goes puff, puff, pass or you could kiss my ass
uh, you didn't know? you must have missed the class
its sunshine one time, mc's with punchlines
hit elemental Sunday, put it on the front-line
tell them all to make some ruckus for the fuckers in the clutches
and the soldiers in the trenches and the wenches on the guest list
call heaven, tell them got a situation
Murs and Seven came to breakfast and left with all the


i spit hot bars, i spit on cop cars,
i spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
got the goods, uptown to Hollywood
so what you don't like us, your girl probably would

i spit hot bars, i spit on cop cars,
i spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
got the goods, uptown to Hollywood
so what you don't like us, your girl probably would

we be the first dudes, putting treasure over beats
every measure be complete, to make sure it buried deep
locked in your memory to provide a safe beat
so even if your diggin' what another rappers sayin'
you cant break the seal, so our music keeps playin'
livin' legends, rhyme saying cuz i know ya been waiting
so i open up the gate, slug made his way in
and we pimp this production as a present for the payin'
just jump back, kiss yourself
and thank your god for your breath, and your health
life is short, an all day surprise so keep your nose clean
open your ears and your eyes

call me Mr. President for short, a credit to the sport
incredible in court, an indelible sort
an immeasurable force the strength of a forest
and i'm pushing metaphors just to better your course

your vision is blurry, living in a hurry
no worries, you can call me chicken little curry
keep the channel spicy,
flipping words like Vanna Whitey
watch the contestants run in circles to analyze me
here we go, Mr quiet storm
break down, take apart your hurt and redesign the form
tried to warn them, nobody heeded it
so he succeeded in feeding these sheep what the party needed

i spit hot bars, i spit on cop cars,
i spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
got the goods, uptown to Hollywood
so what you don't like us, your girl probably would

i spit hot bars, i spit on cop cars,
i spit game to the chicks that belong to rock stars
got the goods, uptown to Hollywood
so what you don't like us, your girl probably would

but baby, i'm only boarding 21 and higher
you kinda young, you should settle down, tiger
take a little time to, reweave the fiber
reach for tomorrow and let me borrow your lighter

ya i freestyle with him, and them too
but they still haven't gone through what i been through
excuse me, what we been through, meaning me and you
see i;m just like you, except that i rock the mic
and you work at a dot com
or maybe your a critic trying to say this ain't bomb
but it doesn't matter, cuz i'm still Murs
and your still bitter and this is my verse
and i'm talking to my listeners

so if your sleepless in Seattle
disturbed in Pittsburgh
lost it in Austin
Ann Arbor fire starter
fuck me Kentucky
you got me Milwaukee
and the devil wore jeans in New Orleans
from Los Angeles to Minneapolis
we wanna thank all of ya'll for havin' us
make it pleasure make it sting
whatever the way you swing
from the a to the zing
i would never change a thing

R.I.P. big up be rob o n e
that's unity and fly id
i wouldn't be here without him so the love flows free
i wouldn't be here without him so the love flows free





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