Say Anything

Lyrics

[Skit] The guy's got an attitude problem The fuckin' zoo's closed, right? Did you see it, Mark? Yeah I did, I, umm [Intro: Bizarro & Luckyiam.PSC] Say what? I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to my room (Yup) Leave me alone, Murs, biatch (Yeah, we know) Now it's like (We know all that), apple, wine and kool-aid (We see everything that's going on) It's not the time to travel down the path without direction (I mean, sometimes we gotta address here, correctly) You don't know where you going ('Cause there's things that need to be said to certain foes) This rhyme here is like, ahh, "Say Anything" factor, fool Fuckin' a fact, you know what I mean? So look (What's going on, you know), peep this shit [Verse 1: The Grouch] Now, some do it this way and some do it that Every time I grab the microphone I'm guaranteed to rap somethin' tight Bumpin' right for the bass fiend's musical, of course Morse code couldn't decode the feelings I possess Stress the wording, the effort I'm exerting and the outcome Some so devout, couldn't shake him like a [?] blown out And even if it was, even if it was We still would get some love and give it back in return Me, I learn from my mistakes, probably profit off of yours Stay the fuck away from faggots, mud ducks and coke whores Hot spittin' folklore, ripping, to be broke You're mistaken if you're aching for a promo, that's a no-no I go the length, supply the bass, thanks to all supporters Beggars kiss my ass, wouldn't loan you a fuckin' quarter If you asked, politely, you never would invite me To your job and give me product That concept's better never thought up [Interlude: Murs] And all who will be quiet in a breadth of shame I cannot (2) For honest work, you proffer me full pay (3) For honest dreams, your spit is in my face (4) And so my fist is clenched today, to strike your head [Verse 2: Murs & The Grouch] And I'll be the first to take one, Murs, never faked one move in this life Well maybe I have But from Melrose to Telegraph I've seen fools do worse And I've been here for a while, observed the styles And rinsed the good and evil out, like men do Sold out 10 to your business, cleansed a straight and narrow path Those who laugh first, usually never laugh last They come half ass and fall off, and beg for you to call off the dogs 'Cause their barks are really worse than their bites Am I right? For sho' I know a gang of niggas talkin' big shit But them egghead niggas always get they wig split Scrambled and fried, like LSD Jealous see it but you don't and probably won't until the end So until then [Verse 3: Luckyiam.PSC] Peep the hard steers, and guns bumpin' We get the party to jumpin' and start dumpin' on somethin', yo Ego, a casualty, taken off the planet like things sent to space A satellite, wasting transmissions of whackness Fuck "practice makes perfect", it's too late to enter if you're over 18 I mean, choose the new hustle, niggas take the shit serious (Man) I'll serve you myself, if I hear you kickin' silly shit Nowadays everybody know somebody tryna fucking rap (Hey man, I know how to rap) But if you take a poll on dope shit, you'll find mostly (Ahhh) That new shit has a pure form You bare wagon herbs, and nerds that turned DJs Suck some fuckin sperm [Verse 4: Arata] [*Rapping in Japanese*] [Verse 5: Luckyiam.PSC] My raps are like fuckin' heirlooms Save 'em on some analog, and they worth more than a hundred times You brought the shit (What?) I'd elect Ol' Dirty for president 'cause he simply doesn't give a fuck And fools that don't give a fuck gots to get control Like, me on the mic is hot gun, cruisin' over the beat 'Cause I've always gots to have fun A ace When piloting these lyrics, manoeuvres kinda like Star Fox And I'm handy when it's time to box Purely lyrical, and a asset to any track I bless I wouldn't diss on more outside projects, but my crew's the best (Haha) Comin' fresh, never forget Living Legends For all the second crews that wanna front, and try to test my leverage [Verse 6: Murs] This goes out to all competition Fuck that, everybody who listens 'Cause don't nobody be servin' tapes on the street Claimin' that you underground, but you scared of the heat! (Bitch) So I be on the spot servin' major knock, my pager rocks On the illegal tip I eyed you on some eagle shit Now watch how quick I can hit on some evil shit Believe it or not Cross me, I guarantee you ridin' eighteen double hockey sticks (Haha) Gettin' nowhere ridin' my dick All on some jockey shit but I don't fuck with midgets Or bitches who look like [?] Tryna find a black woman like Bridget (Yup) Admit it, defeat that is We beat whack kids like they stole something Claimin' you hold weight, you hold nothin' (Bitch) Couldn't hold water Leakin' like a sieve, tryna soak up game from the legendary lifestyles we live Bitch [Outro: Murs] And it goes down like that (Big peace) Mid City (Japanese) Motherfuckin' Arata, champion of the seven seas Ah-ah! Arata, you Japanese, that's some tight-ass MCin' Motherfuckin' Living Legends crew Grouch heating shit up, I thought you knew! Bitch Crazy ass song, say anything you want, you can never be wrong Like that