In This

Lyrics

[Scratches: DJ Romes] "Uh-ohh!" ("We in this to win this") "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all..." ("Murs") "...Too advanced for ya'll" "Uh-ohh!" ("We in this to win this") "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all..." ("Murs") "...Too advanced for ya'll" [Verse 1: Murs] I make music unbelievable Inconceivable – to the average MC Those who don't understand how savage I-be–M... –U-R-S; but so far from PC, 80 gig hard drive, 512 MB Rip your audio files to shreds off the head When AMP'ed to the point I want every rapper dead Even in Sleep Mode Take 'em down by the load without the McAfee scan When a pen's in my fingers, iMac with my hands And the game so tight it gets disc drives open 'Cause my CD's R-W-A-Y tight More advanced than them MC's you say I'm like A blue pen to encrypt what I say on mics All day, all night, tryin' to break down my guard But you can't crack the cypher of the underground Gods Gonna make me fuck around and have to pull your sound card [Scratches: DJ Romes] "Uh-ohh!" ("We in this to win this") "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all..." ("Murs") "...Too advanced for ya'll" "Uh-ohh!" ("We in this to win this") "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all..." ("Verse 2!") "...Too advanced for ya'll" [Verse 2: Murs] Now am I too dope for mainstream, or not that cool? I'm not bitter, I'm just better than these top-ranked fools While I'm waitin' patiently 'til it's my turn to rule It's The Low End Theory, everything moves in cycles The way that Kobe Bryant is just ampin' like he's Michael I'm psycho – like those – East Coast niggas Puttin' West Coast slang in they flow to make figures Pop your collar to that, one time for me, homie 'Cause you can miss a nigga with that phony baloney But I guess it's 'One Love', Hip-Hop unified As long as you respect the origin, we won't hoo-ride And you can have that one too Use it as a gimmick to go Platinum through 'Cause my generation's comin' with that brand new A whole gang of motherfuckers who can't stand you So, please step aside Or get yo' ass stepped on when we ride [Scratches: DJ Romes] "Uh-ohh!" ("We in this to win this") "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all..." ("Murs") "...Too advanced for ya'll" "Uh-ohh!" ("We in this to win this") "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all..." ("Murs") "...Too advanced for ya'll" [Verse 3: Murs] I be on kamikaze missions, hittin' tracks head-on For those who dare to disrespect this culture that I bled on I'm headstrong, I make rash decisions While I'm spittin' pure salt that'll crash your vision You got the game on lock, then I smash your prison I make empires crumble when I clash with rhythm Your whole group straight fruit, with no passion in 'em Yes, cash is venom, and we all been affected But I made the antidote, when I wrote this record You shouldn't have to be broke, so that folks respect it You can still be a joke, with the dopest necklace Just shittin' on the talent that you've been blessed with Who the fuck am I to invoke "The Message"? Haven't been to that level, but I hope I'm tested When I get there, I hope I don't choke and wreck it So I can go out dope–and most respected [Scratches: DJ Romes] "Uh-ohh!" ("We in this to win this") "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all..." ("Murs") "...Too advanced for ya'll" "Uh-ohh!" ("We in this to win this") "Other MC's ain't got a chance at all..." ("Murs") "...Too advanced for ya'll"