Murs - A Day at the Races lyrics

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Murs - A Day at the Races lyrics

[Verse 1 - Akil] Yo, my method for my musical madness Move and motivate those with musical talents, uh Read it in bold print, we holdin it down Liquor shot, hip-hop when we in yo' town Uhh, master blaster sound Freak the future far from here and now With style, release increase the peace, uhh Bubble with the beat 'til they feelin the heat in the streets Now each one, teach one, reach one, young gun On one, listen to the warrior's drum Beatin up the block with the ghetto hop that knock And make you wanna crash the spot And unlock explode (BOOM) the alpha and omega code With drum rolls and old soul, we uphold And foretold to scores of six years ago Fast flow from G. Rap to Kool Moe Supasyllable, major to the minimal Every individual, bounce to the tempo yo Lungs collapse and raps be trapped in The only way to make it happen, jaw-jappin, fast rappin [Verse 2 - Zaakir] Yo, I'm the hot dog that run the hottest monologue In star poetic inserts and yes y'all s My speech is like holding two Glocks apiece The outreach that rock police The super adventure men pretend to put somethin in b**hes Win when we write, the Emmy winner get hyped, off any printer And I came to get it (HIT IT) Like Operation PUSH, operate the tush Black octopus of soul, in inter-planetary patrol I planted my gold, and low and behold It's the brother doc, ready to rock-rock Don't stop Hobbes, I'm hot like the lumberjack chop chop The wordsmith, I write in block letters of cursive Curse my circus, serve this surface And watch how the brother get over The fly Ca**anova with the frankincense odor [Verse 3 - Percee P] Bear witness To where riches'll make career b**hes share pictures When the ears get this ya brains's software glitches Splatter your brains Leave scattered remains of matter and stains That'll explain how you was battered and slain I get rude and go, to your show and use your own Fans to BOO and throw you off 'til you lose your flow A pro, mean like Joe Greene when I blow steam Put your whole team on pause like cold cream Then show laughter when I flow faster, your ho have ta Go after her weave from the breeze when I blow past ya I'm dapper plus ghetto and just pedal When the dust settle we left in the rubble to crush metal Nurses with hearses sealin conversed with lit purses Spit fire, make you first to bit, try me Like Osama, or Dahmer', I'mma cause trauma And homicides when I collide I get kamikaze [Verse 4 - Big Daddy Kane] Kane baby, walk hard, the p-jects On streets of Brooklyn I'm a crew of D-cepts On streets of L.A. I'm a whole E-set On tracks with Jura**ic I be the T-Rex Still that Gucci dressin', still that coochie pressin' My pimp game smooth be-gets 'em I don't use discretion; cop tends to be stressin' f** explainin it, who's he testin'? Finsta perform all physical forms Leave your a** shakin like a Mystikal song Please Dumb, what type of sh** was you on? Cause man to compress a n***a mean One less a n***a (uh-huh) All I want is my n***as all recruitin a slimmy All I want is my liver all polluted with Remy Duel with any, bring it, I face-off Son you out your league like Jordan was with baseball [Verse 5 - Chali 2na] Yeahhh, your majesty, word flash photography Third cla** economy, blade slashed your artery Nerve ga**ed anatomy, blurred past dramatically Herbs hashed, my word splash packed agility Never predictability Manouvers of mind fully designed cause I'm true to the rhyme We do the sublime, crackin yo' backbone Attackin you wack clones Vernacular right and exact, capital rap zone That come back verbal a**ault rifle (ahhhhh) We fight like Stokely Carmichael Nope! We just like you We broke and ain't no tellin what we might do Ain't no joke Revoke the right to reverse to seek mercy With the King Asiatic and Percee P Ain't heard the worst of me, until your chest 3-D Spit venom and burn your body like a STD [Verse 6 - Marc 7] Put a 20 on the next brother steppin to me wrong I mess around a lick cause you done cheat on my theme song This might seem wrong, but this is a mean song Crushed like King-Kong, and just like ping-pong Back and forth, I spit molotovs, it's time to floss My verbal affirmation is to always go off When syllables slide you'll be enjoyin the vibe When consider it pride, it's J5 When another deadly medley, camera action yo we heavy Aim steady slash machette Maserati engine ready Good and plenty don't be petty count the fetti and we jetti OFF to another city where we do our nitty grity We wild like Serengeti, tear it down let's seek and set it Get ready, for the ride, verbally hang-glide Write and stay tight, mission's in sight Murderer worldwide the stage is yo' knife