[Verse]
I got something to show you
It's about how to bust since nobody told you
I see you stumble and you mumble over tracks without enunciating
Rhyming like a run on sentence without no punctuation
And I'm a comma, pause
Show you how to do this, period
Capital R.I.P. this something serious
No funnies and no moneys, I wasn't paid to spit this
Did this out of love and respect, for the Chemist
You know Murs is a hymnist
Now open up books to Psalm 3:16 and start uplifting
His great name
(Yes!)
Like money, hate fame
My advice to all you up and coming artists in the game
Get out while you ahead fool, go to med school
Use that tool to save the world
You don't wanna go on tour and have to play with these girls
Or, maybe you do
But say that your crew is mine
That's a room full of six's and only one dime
Split that eight ways
That's a cent and some pay pennies
Put down that mic motherf**er and play with me
Flagrantly flirting with philosophy and phrases
Far from a fake, I [?] from the fameless
Aimless, ordinary, raps without vocabulary
Long live Murs and d**h to all his adversaries