Murs - Simple lyrics

[Verse: Murs] Contain rage on page engage in acts of lust With the track in thrust back The wack I crush and bust off a shot Too intense to brush off Continue to feel my presence as this track cuts off An ongoin' scrimmage With anger's mirror image Much too graphic for the timid Vivid depictions of me rippin' myself in half Even I have felt the wrath Of genius gone mad On bad terms with my inner being Seeing I could be a little fresher Force myself to study Snatch the element of surprise from the dresser Movin' on your fears, the aggressor Can always stand to learn somethin' Why sit around ignorant? Mind state militant Can quickly slip into belligerent acts of violent chats Sittin' across the room mad doggin' Simultaneously servin' you with silent raps Time elapse See the collapse of commerial rap songs Perhaps I'm bein' too optimistic But watch 'em make status quo The well known misfit Tremendous efforts In attempts to heal the leper that we call society Apply to me Doesn't the phrase, "Everything is gonna be alright" Don't lie to me I try to be righteous in the hopes that there just might be a heaven But I felt like Kurt Create your own Nirvana and become a Living Legend, givin' seconds to work And an eternity to enjoy the perks A work off dirt These nuts so there's more obligation, proceed fun Pa** that pink pack I need one badly Had me Combat this track No rhythm to be found so adapt Like reel to reel and ADAT k** the feel to lay back Why sit around idle? While n***as is fightin' in the middle of the street While Roy Jones defends his title Suicidal tendencies So be sendin' me your money Only f** with the pink pack, the strawberries taste funny Use to hate crummy MC's, but now I see Who am I to judge the next man's rappin' ability Long as he has some friends to buy his sh** willingly Aww, his sh** is wack, it ain't appealing to me Hell naw, I'm tryin' to tell y'all Keep your opinions to yourself You don't like the sh** Don't pick it up off the shelf It's just that simple (It's just that simple) [Outro Talking: Murs] Punk a** hip hop motherf**ers. Always talkin' sh** Down to criticize and crita-an*lyze and... Man f** all that sh** you can s** my dick. All you wack a** n***as When we see you in the club, what's up... f** y'all, s** my dick Where the b-boys? Said the b-boy, Talkin sh** behind everybodies back... Windmills and 1990's, flares, flipping on your head to suicides Motherf**ers need to make good music and shut the f** up Uh-huh, b**h. Elusive producin'. Elusive producin'. Elusive producin' It's like that, do a freestyle, I wanna do a freestyle man, put me on... In the house.... Ahhhahahaha...