8th Samurai

Lyrics

[Verse] M.U.R.S, a nigga known to rip a microphone Leave you enthrasted in the zone Much too advanced to be cloned Master of this urban rhyme science Combined with my legendary alliance 9th wonders of the world right after the giant East Oakland, California's where we concocted the formula To leave competition silent See rarely will there be an MC, that'll give it to you straight At the one eight zero degree And I should be the man receiving Platinum certificates 'Cause this shit will get heard a million times Rhymes so intricate, heads will have to rewind Sometimes I feel like quitting Until I hear another nigga up there with a microphone bullshitin' I'm like that's bull, shut the fuck up, if he knew how I was sitting Got a dope rhyme for every time a beedi touch my lip And been adding to the deck for about five years, so that makes Eighteen thousand, two hundred and fifty dope rhymes yet to hit your ear Precise Calculations, nigga master the equation 'Cause mathematics and understanding rules supreme So I suggest your ass get down with the winning team The inning seems to be 9 Niggas know when to strike out like Doc Gutton Once they've met with my mind, so find a reason to fuck up My herbs run average, I'll turn one savage raise to let you know I got a grip on microphones You still at that grabbing stage, the habit stays hard to kick Like bet money underneath my feet, your shit hella weak But so far from sticking Me and these whack motherfuckers don't mix Like Music to Drive By and Way Too Funky, so these niggas get ate quick Couple punk muthafuckers got me feeling like freestyle battles ain't shit So my ass is trying to quit But this rap game got way too many glitches For example, Underground rap shows Not enough pussy and way too many bitches