[Verse]

M.U.R.S, a nigga known to rip a microphone

Leave you entranced and 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 known 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