Eclipse 427 - 4 the Record lyrics

[Murs] I rock the mic like it's my last chance to breathe Display a level of sk** you could only hope to achieve Within this lifetime and I write rhymes that'll make marks Shut the f** up, when I recite mines, state syllables on snares Like bombs, so I'm guaranteed to blow up When I touch down on tracks, watch your whole crew collapse Like households, that are introduced to crack, wack motherf**ers Thinkin it's your time to shine, lackluster blockbuster b-boys With "Krush Groove" and "Beat Street" Now they think it's safe to drop styles on beat I make 'em all retreat, like back to back Halloweens Destroy the following, believin rap's the sport for spectators How the f** you supposed to blow up? Living Legends got the detonator For all these b**h-a** record haters So-called entertainers, just rappers online n***a this Mid-City on mine, from the town where bangin is life f** around, get yo' a** gangstered for the mic [Hook: Murs] For the record, there's too many n***as grabbin mics For the record, none of 'em is comin this tight Ay for the record, 4-27 did the track Ay for the record, the Living Legends always got my back Ay for the record, you want it? Go out and take that sh** And for the record, my crew had a show we ripped that sh** Ay for the record, whenever this sh** drops Ay for the record, just because you in the club you ain't hip-hop [Murs] I hit the spot, givin up that index finger and thumb To let you know where I'm comin from Living Legends b**h, don't act dumb Cause some will wanna denounce the name Some nerd-a** n***as, without an ounce of game Tape sounds the same as the rest of 'em Murs ends the careers, of the best of 'em I mean this n***a starts battles in empty rooms And after I consume my shadow I'mma travel to your homestead, blow you out in front of your own hedge First fly off the dome like led in gunfights f** everything you done wit'cha whole life After battlin me, you'll only remember this one night Play it over and over again in your mind like Bill Murray In a hurry to escape, but just to f** wit'cha head I put the sh** to tape, not just for you But for every MC, so you can peep where you at And see, where you need to be Proceed with me, through them underground catacombs Where the Living Legends roam Perfectin the techniques to speak, on phones type micro Thinkin you, buildin a reputation, just perpetuatin the cycle If all were fallin to the slang, f** with me Take a bite out "Self Destruction" like "We're All in the Same Gang" Y'all n***as can't hang [Hook: Murs] For the record you a b**h, we gon' treat you like a b**h Ay for the record, pick a style, don't ever switch And for the record, that whole tape you gave me was weak And for the record, next time you see me, don't even speak And for the record, it's always freestyle never written And for the record... Ay for the record, this is only the beginning And for the record the Legendary saga, is never-ending [Murs] I'm from a crew of the most hated, underrated MC's on the planet, yes I cram to understand it And hopefully shed light In a time when n***as is hopin on open mics Instead of what they write I compose prose to leave foes froze like Bobby Drake Go below zero with the flow and never break Ever make a man come to tears After rippin his a**, in front of his peers? That's the sh** I live for, and that's why you live in fear I'm the man known only as Murs Makin you recognize and submit, after only one verse Wake Up Show wouldn't play it, even without the curse You gotta kiss they a** first; but I bet they stop All that politickin after they get they a** kicked by Murs My aim was never to play games, on some Parker Brothers sh** I've been on some dark and other sh**, for a while now The style now seems to be independent, and well connected f** that, my family stay independent, and well respected This sh**'s directed To every n***a comin up short, when the cash gets collected You can pick up this record Wherever good music and true sk** are still expected Check it [Outro] Hey, hey Murs! Hey you remember me man Hey you tore my a** in front of the club last week Y'knahmsayin? Hey, hey check this out You're the greatest, you're the dopest freestyler I've ever met Hey can we do it again? Check it out let's battle let's do it man My friends they didn't believe me They didn't know about it, but I know you've got it Hey Murs, hey, I I I I can't help but sayin it You're so dope Murs!