Simple - 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

Pass 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

Kill the feel to lay back

Why sit around idle?

While niggas is fightin' in the middle of the street

While Roy Jones defends his title

Suicidal tendencies

So be sendin' me your money

Only fuck 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 shit willingly

Aww, his shit 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 shit

Don’t pick it up off the shelf

It’s just that simple (It's just that simple)

Punk ass hip hop motherfuckers.

Always talkin' shit

Down to criticize and crita-analyze and…

Man fuck all that shit you can suck my dick.

All you wack ass niggas

When we see you in the club, what’s up… Fuck y’all, suck my dick

Where the b-boys?

Said the b-boy, Talkin shit behind everybodies back…

Windmills and 1990's, flares, flipping on your head to suicides

Motherfuckers need to make good music and shut the fuck up

Uh-huh, Bitch.

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…