[MURS] It's the end of the beginning So I thought it only right that I bring along the motherf**ers I started this sh** with 2003MG Melancholy Gypsys MURS, Scarub, Eligh [Eligh] To do it right in life is just an angle breakin' Make or break myself in the matter of moments under discretion With lessons upon the forefront, My life is in the breeze Makin' my knees squeak beggin' my soul to please speak Universal guides then listen, trouble sometimes blister my vision But I've enlisted my mind for the full mission Not bullsh**tin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon Talkin' about "What'chu gonna do in the future?" "Movin' up the ladder with a** kissin'." I'm on my last mission in life Dumping through the middle grounds like a junkyard dog in a prowl Guarding my bow throwin' in the towel when it's right Until then I'm walking towards the light with my sword drawn from a fight Doing everything bad that happens has an opposite reaction Keep my feet on traction, until my goals in life are right in front of my face And I can smell, touch and taste what I've been workin' for I'll be walkin' out the front door [Chorus x2] It's a done deal, do it 'til it's done 'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun It's a done deal, let's have a little fun 'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun [MURS] I'm talking done deal, closed case Ain't no time for looking back on the road you take You gotta claim your spot, nobody hold your place Ain't no time to preach about time you chose to waste You gotta mold your fate, hold your weight All my peoples NY to the Golden Gate Who know the rap about the breed and the gold is fake How we all supposed to eat when they want the whole cake? n***as want all the dough, but never learn to bake So they rise too fast and they burn the plate But I'm concerned with fate, and watch the turns I take Know this world is affected by the moves you make So I ain't gotta stop moving just to prove you fake Just spit these real raps to get this real estate So I can steal your fanbase and steal your date Won't have a soul mate until I meet my soul mate [Chorus x2] [Scarub] It's like I'm type of walking towards heaven through hell Everyday it's something new, I'll make it through; so many fell off Whoever knew it cost so much to clutch a dream In between the thumb and the index lies a small space for mistakes The indication for almost Sometimes you hold it until you face to magnify how close you came in life to something That you measure up to I know that pain like my enemy Slap my a** when I'm born, and will hold my hand when it's the end of me The lessons learned in between these two extremes feed me energy I keep it moving with the force of a crane where the steel ball's just swinging at the end All it takes is one pen to tap these words out like Morse code over your eardrums To speak to your spirit Intoxicate you with my speech to crash crew like drunk driving Whether it be freestyling or stage diving I float over these weak rappers Like volcanic islands, I got a fire in me [Chorus x2]