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murs - the extras lyrics

[intro: murs]
alright
this is: “the extras”
as evany would say
this is the sh+t, that you didn’t think you was gon’ get
but we gon’ hit you with the sh+t anyway
’cause it’s raw as f+ck, it’s that mid+city sh+t, of course
now, for those who ain’t know
eye+3, e, and t, plus me
this is how we doin’ the mc, b+tch
now

[verse 1: big texas & evanessence]
and though i’m 5’11”, i can make a n+gga who’s 7’8″
and wants to test his fate, greet defeat with open arms
so you should always be alarmed
’cause i’m only doin’ harm
fracturing psyches and egos like bones
and with nothin’ to lose, and even less to prove
i take my position, and embark upon my mission
which is a character assassination, of [?] mcs
and those who claim to have mastered mathematics
and have an angle on degrees, but don’t amount to sh+t
and the truth is: you counterfeit, and the masses are lovin’ it
got ’em lost on thoughtless chatter
so i’m forced to shatter
your realm of reality
and in this class, you’re tightened when we’ve finished fightin’
we’ll see what’s real, and what’s imaginary
and if at the end of this rhyme, you choose to respond
you can reach me at www.f+ckyou.com, b+tch (uh+oh)
[verse 2: evanessence & murs]
can you feel these vibrations from my throat
violatin’ your holy ghost
if you break bread with the devil, conversation is only toast
most souls don’t know that they really live misled
’cause they walk around town like a chicken with their head cut off
lost, on a conveyor belt to a slaughterhouse
we full concentrated, grade+a beef n+ggas so stall it out
or i’ma slit your throat with this quote, that’s how it goes down
yo, brown sold that four cents a pound, what?
now, you soft as burger buns
take off your burner blunts
dude stunt worse than ike turner does
why did you chase these women in distress?
and why do men flex when women touch their chests?
you gotta think about it, that’s how a tiger gets scars
a noose surround the neck with a wireless [?]
from beats and flows that swing low like sweet cherry
gettin’ raps that crack mo’ ends than mary and barry
it don’t stop poppin’, like bubalicious
you twisted up a dred and started kickin’ afrolistic
so say he hard like two picks with a seesaw
and if you b+tch you get this d+ck mixed with these b+lls (uh+oh)

[interlude: murs]
ayy, this is motherf+ckin’ murs
ayy, first? you know we got my n+gga big texas
mid city, church of mine
next, that was that n+gga evany
if you ain’t know, now you know, b+tch
eye+3 on the beat
murs, manifestin’ under the ruler sting
[verse 3: murs]
unsigned and h+lla hustlin’, bustin’ n+ggas eardrums
the fiscal combination, gold, world domination
achieve it, no problemation, you probably waitin’
on the sideline, intimidated, ’cause yo’ cypher got penetrated
in this final realm of american gladiatin’, eliminated
all due to the fact yo’ ass is overrated like cannabis
n+gga, once again this is los angeles, got anything to say about it?
doubt it, ’cause my crew, we all stay ’bout it
that’s how we do that there, and n+ggas hate us on the regular
but we don’t care, ’cause in the end they’ll come around
had to come with this hot sh+t, it’s too much pressure underground
erupt like volcanoes, clean my windpipes with drano
so i can speak clearly
a lot of so+called “b+boys” in the game, they fear me
the last level of tetris, y’all n+ggas will never clear me
signed, sincerely yours, living legends
we out to the next level, b+tch, watch the closin’ doors

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