[Murs:] Aight... I'm the sickest with this microphone, n***a better learn it All them b**h industry n***az you know I ain't concerned with See I move thousands hand to hand, even got an increasin # of fans In foreign lands, Amsterdam, Australia to Japan All before my sign hit the line that was dotted The man holdin the golden apple, y'all grapple for the one that's rotted To the core I've been hard, since 1580 Mack attack n***a I've been scarred, knowin what the f** I gotta do f**in rockin a spot or two I wanna leave an impression on minds Like reading "Behold a Pale Horse" for the first time Expose wack n***az like secret societies when Murs rhyme Explore cyphers after I visit, for close encounters with the serf kind Your n***a thought he was nice, until he heard mine And the doper you think you gettin the more you ain't understood the first line I said learn of my affliction, and how my words wrap around More n***az necks than the pictures of the crucifixions Rippin mics when on Name hold more weight than a 24 inch python So what'chu gonna do, when Murs-mania run wild on you? Bringin that crack to your back like the whip in Castlevania 2 And I'm through, b**h [Chorus:] When I grab a microphone, all I want is feedback Energy from the crowd sh** a n***a need that Y'all wanted a change in rap, well fool we be that And all you b**h n***az best to ease back Now when I grab a microphone all I want is feedback Energy from the crowd sh** a n***a need that Y'all wanted a change in rap, well fool we be that And all you b**h n***az best to ease back [Murs:] Now I write rhymes as dope as Jennifer Lopez Words, beautify blank paper Like, top to bottom pieces on skyscrapers Ain't no stoppin us Rollin thick like smog through your metropolis Makin it hard to breathe When you enter the 20, 000 leagues, so stay at your level and place Cause amateurs f**in with the treble and ba** Will get left dead before they make the third pace See I turn around shootin off at the mouth, like New Year's Eve Sayin that sh** you just, wouldn't believe Retrieved from the far corners of my mental space Leave you shocked like John Travolta once you open up this mental case So we happy, as long as fools stop tryin To come up from the back and attack me, like my name was Marcellous And those overzealous we got our blowtorch and pliers So you for damn sure gonna tell us what we want to hear Sorta like my album but "Life is Too $hort" so I'm tryin to make one a year To make y'all n***az watch what you do like the Wonder Years Watch them n***az you think is down They only down cause they carryin, a ton of fear It's been a while since I've relieved myself of that burden So I'm makin sure I'm goin all out, until they call it curtains While you busy in the man's face shuckin and smirkin I'll be lurkin in the cut, happy with bein the broke n***a that I am It's all about the Washingtons, WHAT?!