Murs - Uncommon (The Theme) lyrics

[Verse 1: Anacron] I rip clout with the sick sh** out my big mouth Get crowds jumpin' like they was tricked out Endowed with loud beats, that make your ribs pound This how I get down with Murs and Him now Bend down in style without the Guin stout And digged out gear just to stick my end out Nigs bout to get rowdy and pout and dish out Without the clip now we out like click pow [Verse 2: Himself, Murs and Anacron] How'd you think we could quit? Man, we still on that sh** Rapping all day at the house The only difference now is that we don't have to ditch The perfect war machine built without a glitch Or an imperfection, see we're perfectionists Perfected this sh**, climb the underground charts Netherworlds is a hit, never miss when we swingin' Together with the Nether, Cuz the real world ain't ready for the sh** that we bringin' [Verse 3: Murs] I can hit the floor and C-Walk or the half pipe and skate Now some may say that a young black male can't posses both traits I know how to load a nine with the edge of my shirt so the prints can't be traced Varsity badminton, know how to move weight Crewnshaw's for the summer, Cancun for the break Split personalities too much for y'all to take Cuz when I keep it true y'all keep sayin' that I'm fake [Verse 4: Anacron and Himself] Ain't you ever heard some fresh rhymes The def kind, that will stop time Stop then rewind Leaving other crews behind with yield signs With their feelings hurt while our trio feels fine Lines fall into place Y'all inthralled by the ba** Peep my mind over beats that put it all in your face Do a show then disappear without a trace When you consume this tape you ought to say grace [Verse 5: Himself] If you really wanna do this we can do this fam But don't f** with NTDub were not your usual men I scream on the mic with a pa**ion you not accustomed to All barriers that are set up fool, I'm busting through With a throttle to the floor, a joint in the hand, and a bottle in the door Driving crazy over three lanes I ain't been home in three days Heading north doing 95 on the Freeway Flashing my high beams and honking at the truck Its Murs, Himself and Anacron We not your common motherf**aaa**s..... (Break) Me and two of my cohorts Back in the days of Hamilton's court yard Where everybody was trying to act so hard We was rapping about how dope n***as flows are It was frequent to our trips to Taco Bell That gave us the time to learn to rock so well I swear we freestyle'd everyday for five years straight Serving fools made us who n***as love to hate But f** that I'm a fool who struck back Eat your a** then ask your friends where the bud at? Go up in your crib with dirty shoes and leave mud tracks Will never be disrespected you can cut that [Verse 6: Murs] Oh my goodness, could this be the promised land? Gin and tonic in my hand Selling chronic to my fans in the form of CDs Trying to spread love, instead of making enemies [Verse 7: Anacron] I hit streets with big beats to make ends meet And ignore these phony busters that claim to have beef Marks hating on me to get more rep Like dominos I bring some nasty sh** to your doorstep And its like that n***a and you better not forget The Netherworlds is treating fools like ? Springer guests Booo, s*ut s*ut s*ut Netherworlds up in the cut Motherf**er what