Murs - Nowyouno lyrics

[Intro: Scratched Sample by DJ Bizzaro] Local Talent [Intro: Luckyiam.PSC] Ha ha it's going down right now The proceeds from Grouch's album is going out to charity Ha ha. Grouch ain't no racer! What? Saver! Aye peep this right here [Verse 1: Luckyiam.PSC]: The light was on upstairs we was unprepared For the next event but the circumstance left A cool sense of surprise, eyes widen up When some speakers with talons raise the mic in the clutch Right smack in the middle of it all We continue with a smidgen of patience to deliver Follow these messages translated aided by a flow So similar to lettin' yourself go Freely on the stand still, patience wearing thin, but we wait So we don't, so we ain't slow rollin' through the gate As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop Undoubtedly rising to the top to be fresh Equals me and my crew The best way to kick it and forget about the blues of not being on TV Summon up the sk**s of comin' up And summon all thoughts of creativity Testin' your vicinity [Verse 2: The Grouch]: I heard that good things come to those who wait But I hate laggin' a** dead time like a line with no bait And I be sittin' at the dock of the Bay fiendin' for mics Dreamin' of nights where wishes come true And the b**hes come through Where new Nikes are worn and warm meals are served Along with any form of MC, who had the bit of nerve But I observe that's not the case, at every time and place I ask the future for the answers to the questions that I face I had a place called contentment but the rent was too high Got evicted from that sh** now I'm bent through the sky I spy my patience like the enemy (enemy) It's like a nation that pretends to be down until you turn around I yearn for sounds of bliss so brisk you can't ignore them And the more men who listen, the smoother my mission flows Addiction grows like seeds as my need to achieve feeds me I'll take a rest after the leave [Chorus: Luckyiam.PSC] Freely in the standstill, patience wearing thin, so we wait But we don't, so we ain't slow rollin' through the gate As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop Freely in the standstill, patience wearing thin, so we wait But we don't, so we ain't slow rollin' through the gate As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop [Verse 3: Eligh] Sending gifts of understanding to those not understood Except the f*ggot a** MC's, no interpretation is good That's how I'm living, that's my understanding unchanged Or deranged by the city no matter how strange My gauge is knocking, full speed full throttle Bust a bottle on the concrete, it's that's long lasting anger Casting shadows over strangers In front of Blondie's I slang tapes Or at least attempt knowing nobodies exempt from being broke Being a smoker I need loot for support Getting the boot when I fish The lake, no permanent residence So I partake on a search, a bird without a perch Specifically a crow lost in the hot snow No nest, no money to invest Scraping wood chips doused with resin, mostly cess A little bit less then happy, I keep my penmanship on point I said what I meant keeping two fingers to the joint [Verse 4: Sunspot Jonz] Wake, up, fool! (Now come on here, look look) Do you wanna buy this sh** or not? I ain't got no time to listen Do admission for promo? Oh no, don't make me get live Half those arrogant DJ's got our sh** but don't play it Leavin' underground and MCs feelin' mad and underrated I hated givin' a DJ my sh** Boy I know he wanna ride the East coast dick (get off they...!) That's why I stopped goin' to [?] in Frisco (put your hands back down) That's why I never kiss no a** to get 'em to bump my single No, now they be like, 'Y'all is worldwide Can I be your DJ?' (huh?) And I think back to when your b**h made a** wouldn't give me no play in the Bay Until you saw us kickin' it in Rap Pages (oh) A rocket swingin' outta your bottles in Monte Carlo You started trying to see we could control our destiny Well those fools is scared to see You be frontin' in the bar, ridin' in your partner car Talkin' bout sh** you never gonna do Thirty-five, broke but cool, walkin' your baby daughter to school, beeotch(and that ain't even your baby) Gimmie mine Get out the way (ha ha) [Chorus: Luckyiam.PSC] Freely in the standstill, patience wearing thin, so we wait But we don't, so we ain't slow rollin' through the gate As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop Freely in the standstill, patience wearing thin, so we wait But we don't, so we ain't slow rollin' through the gate As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop [Verse 5: Murs] Now ninety-nine percent of these motherf**ers out now don't know sh** about sellin' they own tape But give these n***as a deal They bad as Superman without the cape, wait When the album don't get bought And the label drop your a** (drop) you find out you wasn't as fly as you thought Caught ground zero, another hometown hero turned has been While me and my crew just look at your a** then laugh Then throw your tape out the window on the freeway We finish the night countin' our money from sellin' tapes the G way And that's tax free, now if you ask me All you signed motherf**ers need to attend underground college And under me attain the knowledge on how to properly MC I'm watchin' Rap City, MTV Waitin' for somebodyto ring the gong Yeah that video is hella fresh, but it ain't got sh** to do with your song Now not all these crews will ever know the meaning of payin' dues But claimin' they mastered the lessons But when they holdin' a drink and a mic in the other hand Become the meaning of stage presence? And backstage can't protect you from the rage of this teenage wonder Make you state your name, rank and serial number Before I put you under And add another stripe to the coat See I snipe to the throat will full metal jacket tactics Cultivated on the streets of Mid City LA Where n***as don't play that You said that on the album you better live it Or give that sh** a rest I'm tired of you motherf**ers not gettin' put to the test And I'm not believing' that you sockin' n***as in the face just for breathing Deceiving' the blind Throwin' out swine to all these starvin' minds And you'll find none in which you can compare me Cause I ain't done sh** unless it's Legendary b**h [Chorus: Luckyiam.PSC] Freely in the standstill, patience wearing thin, so we wait But we don't, so we ain't slow rollin' through the gate As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop Freely in the standstill, patience wearing thin, so we wait But we don't, so we ain't slow rollin' through the gate As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop Freely in the standstill, patience wearing thin, so we wait But we don't, so we ain't slow rollin' through the gate As we raise fine art through this origin hip hop [Outro: Scratched sample by DJ Bizzaro] The underground