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murs - the dance (feat. el-p) lyrics

f/ el-p

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let’s do it

you didn’t think me and el was comin like this
def jux motherf-cker and we run this sh-t
got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and sh-t
oh you got a couple jokes now you funny b-tch (ha ha)
have you laughin all the way to the bank
on point make a cut like we holdin a shank
got it all up on ya back like you walkin a plank
try to do it like this b-tch you know how to blame
do it double time all up in yo face
like piranhas when you drop fresh meat in the tank
fell off of the game can’t keep ya rank
mad cause you try to rob sh-t but you aint
been around no bullsh-t where crews peel clips
n-gg-z that kill for fun
wanna talk that i’ll sh-t sayin how you kill sh-t
bullets still in ya gun
koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes
cuz you p-ssed ya pants
saw me durango said you wanna tango
now this is the dance
where ya shoes at where ya crew at
claim you do gats but you do rap
what you gonna bust a verse right before the guns burst
push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first
now you about to get rolled up hold up wait
just an emcee that was tryin to make cake
now you gotta gun all up in ya face
all of a sudden found god like runnin mase
thought it be fun to spun on tape
now you wish you would have stuck to drum n’ b-ss
but you had to be hard on the blue ball
when you never gang banged a day in ya town
try to be a man and run the streets and the jungle gym n-gg- stop playin
around
lay it down

(chorus: repeat 3x)
this is the dance!
you don’t wanna be late cuz i’m over on weight betta get ya sh-t straight
this is ya chance!
you don’t have to be fake with a heart full of hate just try to say thanks

murs fall up on the spot like what up b-tch
approached by this girl like shutup b-tch
than i grab the microphone and i cut up kids
like a hot knife straight through a b-tter stick
now i’m in the spotlight about to rock all night
shot of tequila than a hot mamacita
we s-x than we swallow what? nine margaritas
body on point so i follow the leader
need more tequila so i swallow the liter
how can life feel sweeter (cant)
so i p-ssed out rolled up do it again
wont neva roll up ya crew in the wind
high velocity high viscocity slippin right p-ss your animosity
fans are constantly, askin me
who said what and who has beef
my crew got stuck in we to musty
so try to weigh it out with the fruit laid out (stomp the b-st-rd)
that’s just played out there’s more to ya life than underground rap
what you waste all ya time and you wanna run it back
all on the message board runnin ya yap
at the end of the night only wanted to chat
now you know that you got issues
that early in the morn you should look at some p-rn
and jack off right in the tissue
than call it a night that’s probley the life
go to sleep with the girl that you callin ya wife
wake up to the same sh-t different day
everybody onto work and they on the way
cause we all got bills and rent to pay
lend to the earth wasn’t meant to stay
so before i’m gone i wanna make a hit song that’ll always get some play
got the homey el producto workin in the cut so what you got to say

(el-p)
you wanna trace along the pattern of fair please rap
i wanna pattern how the drunk end mechanism i.d. jury breath commence fresh
test the match, metal on the chestplate tech
better win a smile right, wanna frown like god right
with a highlight primal fright in a primal life of a double ox razor blade fade like 88′
we hit advance from the whips and lazer face oh break two three
god to -n-log monkey not me rock hard and sh-t
the radio flyer kit, flyin with a boombox pack wit’ clips
f-ggots wanna ratta tat tatter this
and a pt cruiser he creed lucifer
here comes the booster bruiser, betta get used to losin movement
they couldn’t move like el, ox, murs, lif the bazooka trooped in so useless
so useless tip that’ll have a little truth in it like (poof)
deep sp-ce nine milli mechanism fist raise the roof again
who stays on a move that says
chick wanna shake ring hetero crawl thru the trenches
revelation manifacture eat senses or the city
or compositive battle turn logic pretty
all the hard edge tomorrow brings heads or home up in me come get me
i’m for this sh-tty dizzy spinning all this cuff and progress whose with me
fabolous thunder bird word nerd unda that tom pill sh-t
who heard kill quick
they been together since 96′ they still ride ya d-ck
i refined ya style while wild ways from an error with an automan mix
community watch groups and lace young kids
n-gg-z don’t skip me
i don’t answer to you george bush or the raw time commitee
dumber than a mongulary race movin sh-t
with a heart of h-ll scribblin bruisin sh-t
every time you make a move in the industry start the new movement kid
i’m like lose it b-tch
check the steam on the e with an edge of a generation new ruthlesness
who’s in charge, check into ya leader man stop the foolishness
cop the new sh-t b-tch

- murs lyrics

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