What up though? It's MURS and, it seems like nobody's trying man There's kids dying in Sudan and nobody cares man At least I'm trying, man Look, don't ever let the fact that you can't be perfect Stop you from doing your best MURS for President Unless we try, the innocent will die You can't close your eyes, keep living in a lie Look, we not helpless We not hopeless Said a prayer for the homie, locked up and wrote this He got to get out and change his ways While I'm looking for a way to explain these days It's trying time I'm trying to rhyme But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah Look, I'm dying to be different Down to die to make a difference Music for the movement with a message upliftin' Went from set-trippin' to trips around the world Opportunities are oysters, you might find a pearl You can't be scared to take that chance Cause if you rather knock twice then you late for the dance You gotta, move with urgency, a**ert with certainty Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, "Certainly" Higher than the kite, I'm high off life At the height of my career, a high priest on mics I'm anti-thug and anti-d** Brought peace to the party and got anti-love But haters so antiquated, I anticipated Accepted it internally, had 9th interpolate it He chopped it up and laid it in a session and he played it I wrote, recorded to it, now look what we created A hot mess I'm hot off the press You yesterday's news, dude you just not fresh You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes I'm a shot of espresso and hot morning s** Early to rise and the last to fall The best thing for black youths since the basketball Word to Kurtis Blow, you gotta know "The Breaks" And if you don't know your history, I know your fate Uh, look Been here a minute, be around a while longer Every rhyme invented, my style got stronger Grayskull Power when I spray soul showers While you battle rap cats, just lay low cowards Oh, you mad cause I'm stylin' on you Love songs one minute, then I'm wildin' on you That's "The Pain" you gotta "Love And Appreciate" I'm a "Bad Man", you "Silly Girls" need to get it straight Small guys, denying this is my world Your girlfriend call herself a "Dark-Skinned White Girl" Got a 9th beat Man come on He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on Run-on sentence I'm the best period He pull the track out, I'll black out I'm not hearing it Nada, nothing, the negative zone And if you can't do better, you should let it alone I want it more than you I want it, I want it right now I'm wanted in 48 states for this style It's sicker than syringes, streamlined with strychnine Vegan diet, healthy heart and soul with a sick mind Inclined to flip split minds when I spit rhymes So go ahead kick yours, hope I don't kick mine At 50-yard line against the wind through the uprights While you just choke and can't win cause you uptight Ha He came to the game with two MCs Back when people said you can't make beats on PCs Internet haters, major labels be damned Soon produced the full-blown "Threat" for the man Now his phone blowin' up, he can't hold it in his hand A few months back them fools didn't understand Now it's Mary J and Erykah, Jean Grey, etc The name 9th Wonder and he crushin' all competitors I cross-train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that? I speak clear like the sample is in triplicates Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this Insane, inspired, insider street an*lyst Questioning authority who don't know what the answer is The voice is proof the choice of the youth Forensic evidence say the boy is the truth