Murs - 8th Samurai lyrics

M.U.R.S a n***a known to rip a microphone Leave you enthrasted in the zone Much to advanced to clone Master of this urban rhyme science Combined my legendary alliance 9th wonder of the world right after the giant East Oakland California is where we conquer The formula to leave compititions silent See rarely pull that B in emcee Thought i'd give it to u straight At the one eight zero degree And I should be the man Receiving Platinum certificates Cause this sh** will get heard a million times Rhymes so intricate heads will have to rewind Sometimes I feel like quiting Until I hear a n***a up there with a microphone Bullsh**in, I'm like that's koo shut the f** up If he knew where I was sitting Got a dope Rhyme for everytime A beady touch my lip, an been added to the text For about five years so that makes Eighteen thousand two hundred fifty Dope rhymes just to hit your ear Precise Calculations n***a master the equation Cause mathematics and understanding Rules supreme, so I suggest your a** Get down with the winning team And in it seems to be 9 n***as know when to strike out like Doc Gutton Once they've met with my mind So wanting to reach and f** up My herbs run average, I'll turn one savage Raise to let you know I got a grip of microphones You still at that Grabbing stage, to have it stage Hard to kick, like bet money underneath my feet Your sh** hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack Muthaf**ers Don't mix Like music to drive by and way to funky So these n***a's get ate quick Couple punk muthaf**ers got me thinking Freestyle battles ain't sh** So my a** is trying to quit, but this rap game Got to many glitches For example Underground rap shows Not enough p**y and way to many b**hes