Now I used to walk with the gun now I walk like a man And I walk what I talk and I walk never ran And I never say never but I mean hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever If you don't know shit then you still know better Human life is so precious it could never be measured Have you ever had a load of it, cock back the heat Poppin' on the next nigga while he walkin' up the street Trigger off safety spacin' an opportunity These niggaz want to waste me it ain't nothing new to me Soon as he walked by I was ready to bust But he just posted up like he was waitin' on the bus Now I'm all pumped up with a steroid trigger Cause most of y'all are easy just some paranoid niggaz Used to walk with a gun but I never did use it What's the point of holdin' heat if you ain't gon' shoot it Stupid
It was a late night sunset me and him out Lookin' at the ladies to come up on some trim Everybody wildin' out cause the summer's about to end He had the hypnotic he was missin with the hand Of that mean green, laid back with the deep lean on low pro shit That's how we rolled on the scene Two girls lookin' probably in they late teens But these days you can't tell but I figured what the hell So we yell out: Hey girl, they yell back Maybe two in the front maybe two in the back But they had this dark tag couldn't see through the black We roll up ask 'em where their party at They just start to laugh and I knew it was a trap But I couldn't roll out cause the strip was so packed Now I'm lookin at this nigga in this motherfuckin' hat Start talkin' that bullshit like we was on some bullshit My nigga used to bang but we ain't know no thug shit I tried to dismantle it but you know Los Angeles This nigga kept talkin' so my boy had to handle it He jumped out the Lex snatched the dude at his hat I put it in park jumped out to get his back But as I did that, I heard two shots I turned to my right and I see my dude drop Time stopped, couldn't believe what I seen I was struck by reality when the two girls screamed I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his waist Then he turned up the block disappeared without a trace I remember his face but what I remember most Was when I got to my knees and held my nigga close And asked not to leave us in the name of Christ Jesus But he's gone and all I got left is his blood on my sneakers
[Chorus: x2] It was a year to this day that my best friend died For weeks I sat alone in my room and cried And I tried to pretend everything was fine But my soul couldn't rest until vengeance was mine
The day began with me standin' at his grave with his mother His old girlfriend, his two younger brothers We said a few words faces covered with tears How we missed him so much and we wished he was here Then his girl said a poem put some roses on his stone And we said our goodbyes and they all went home I thought I'd use this time for me and him to be alone I broke out the Hen' poured a little out for him Told him who was gettin' married, who had went to the pen How the homie named his newborn son after him But as the sun went down the talk came to an end So I said a quick prayer, amen And I shook in the lab plus the well wrote tracks And I headed up saw the homie Eyezeer I asked him what he doin' he was way out of bounds That he had a freak that lived on that side of town He always kept the heat just in case it went down A clown, I rolled down my window 'bout to light a ciga- Hey! Is that that nigga that, hey give me the motherfucking gun Man, drive around the block and post up for a minute I hit you on the shirt hit the corner nigga bend it, splendid Now with vengeance in my grasp I couldn't dream of a better day for me to catch his ass Slippin while he dippin into the ride by himself I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime Remember what you was doin' last year at this time He looked into my eyes with both shock and surprise When I split his face with the glock right before he could reply He cried as I pressed the heat against his cheek The I squoze two times for the homie rest in peace
[Chorus] And I thought that's what I wanted until the problem was confronted Now I'm haunted by remorse that I wished I hadn't done it
(MURS) It's the end of the beginning So I thought it only right that I bring along the motherfuckers I started this shit with 2003MG Melancholy Gypsys MURS, Scarub, Eligh
(Eligh) To do it right in life is just an angle breakin' Make or break myself in the matter of moments under discretion With lessons upon the forefront, My life is in the breeze Makin' my knees squeak beggin' my soul to please speak Universal guides then listen, trouble sometimes blister my vision But I've enlisted my mind for the full mission Not bullshittin' on a stoop with a stool pigeon Talkin' about "What'chu gonna do in the future?" "Movin' up the ladder with ass kissin'." I'm on my last mission in life Dumping through the middle grounds like a junkyard dog in a prowl Guarding my bow throwin' in the towel when it's right Until then I'm walking towards the light with my sword drawn from a fight Doing everything bad that happens has an opposite reaction Keep my feet on traction, until my goals in life are right in front of my face And I can smell, touch and taste what I've been workin' for I'll be walkin' out the front door
(Chorus 2X) It's a done deal, do it 'til it's done 'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun It's a done deal, let's have a little fun 'Cause the movement don't stop 'til the rising sun
(MURS) I'm talking done deal, closed case Ain't no time for looking back on the road you take You gotta claim your spot, nobody hold your place Ain't no time to preach about time you chose to waste You gotta mold your fate, hold your weight All my peoples NY to the Golden Gate Who know the rap about the breed and the gold is fake How we all supposed to eat when they want the whole cake? Niggas want all the dough, but never learn to bake So they rise too fast and they burn the plate But I'm concerned with fate, and watch the turns I take Know this world is affected by the moves you make So I ain't gotta stop moving just to prove you fake Just spit these real raps to get this real estate So I can steal your fanbase and steal your date Won't have a soul mate until I meet my soul mate
(Chorus 2X)
(Scarub) It's like I'm type of walking towards heaven through hell Everyday it's something new, I'll make it through; so many fell off Whoever knew it cost so much to clutch a dream In between the thumb and the index lies a small space for mistakes The indication for almost Sometimes you hold it until you face to magnify how close you came in life to something That you measure up to I know that pain like my enemy Slap my ass when I'm born, and will hold my hand when it's the end of me The lessons learned in between these two extremes feed me energy I keep it moving with the force of a crane where the steel ball's just swinging at the end All it takes is one pen to tap these words out like Morse code over your eardrums To speak to your spirit Intoxicate you with my speech to crash crew like drunk driving Whether it be freestyling or stage diving I float over these weak rappers Like volcanic islands, I got a fire in me
This is dedicated to all my little brothers, little homies, yo check it out
(Verse 1) Man you 21 now and I still can believe it Been living on your own, just hard to conceive That you on the right track, out pursuing that knowledge But a few years back I couldn't see you in college You was all out cripping, brought a gun in the house My first thought was to take it, give you one to the mouth But never that, we been through way to much I always tried to give you guidance but not say too much Tried to lead by example, didn't I have some nerve Telling you stay out the street while I was out slanging herb But I always preferred you do it smarter then me You didn't have to prove nothing being harder then me You helped mom at the cleaners Stayed away from misdemeanors I was proud of you then Please believe I still am Don't let the world get you down, throw you off your program Life is hard, even harder on a young black man If it gets rough blow a blunt and bump some more slow jams Know every man with a badge is probably a punk But don't ever risk your freedom, just to throw one punch Let a coward be a coward, he has to deal with his past I know these pigs deserve it but give em a pass I know you wanna keep it gangster, just do it with class Above all remember this, no matter how big you get I'm still your big brother and I can always whoop your ass
(Chorus) They say a wise man knows nothing, so I know a lot less But I been where you at homie, put to the test The answer lies deep within, so open your chest And find God within yourself and he'll show you the rest I know the world is against you and your going through stress But long as you still breathing God, and know you been blessed The only sin is giving up, there's no need to confess Find a God within yourself and he'll show you the rest
(Verse 2) Now take that doo-rag off when you get in my ride Man that shit aint fresh, you're supposed to wear it inside Not under bandannas or under a cap I might be getting old but I don't understand that You want your hoodie on or off, please make up your mind Trapped in a rap video, losing your mind Getting lost through someone else helps you find yourself I guess that's how it works I seen this kid the other day with murder written on his shirt And never been to a funeral Now am I out of touch, if I say it's unusual This dude will sing a love ballad to his homeboys, before a young lady Now aint that crazy If you didn't love that bitch then why you make her keep your baby Ooh abortions not right But just the other night You were a killer pull a trigger before you have a fare fight But if you value one, then why not value every life Its obvious you know the difference between wrong and right Its not about being self, its hard to follow the light When you're surrounded by darkness, almost drowning in evil Been searching for some help but still aint found no real people Here's a shout, know we out here, we struggling too Some of us do it legal; some will thug our way through We got to fight to show the world that our youth are intelligent So keep it gangster in your CD changer, not your residence
(Chorus)
They say a wise man knows nothing, so I know a lot less But I been where you at homie, put to the test The answer lies deep within, so open your chest And find God within yourself and he'll show you the rest I know the world is against you and your going through stress But long as you still breathing God, and know you been blessed The only sin is giving up, there's no need to confess Find a God within yourself and he'll show you the rest
This for everybody... Who doesn't have a lot of money But you have a little money, and when you get that little money... You spend that shit
I work hard for my money, so hard for the money Every time I get a little, I'm gon' spend it like a dummy If my money was a NBA team and I was the, head coach of the squad I'd be Jeff Van Gundy, wastin all of my funding My wallet stays hungry Mad like Pooh with the pot and no honey Money wouldn't be funny if I stuck to my budget, but my motto is "fuck it" Buy now, cry later, hopin that everything works out in my favor I keep my receipt should I seek a release From this contract of commerce, speakin of which I'm the most at ease when I spend {?} But don't trip, I'm a retail slut Stimulatin the economy so I can get fucked When I go out shoppin, I go for broke I mean literally, there is no hope
Cause I'm a big time spender, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast (It's just not fair) I'm a big time spender, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast (It's just not fair)
December 23. 2002 Around midnight, where were you? Me, I was out for them Episode 2 Star Wars action figures (Wait, back up my nigga, you can't mean toys?) Hell yeah fool, me and a hundred white boys We was waitin in line Some buy to collect, some to sell online (Man, hold up, you can't rhyme line with line) Man, that's not the point I spent two hundred plus before I even left the joint If my mama only knew I was out droppin notes when I owe her a few My ass'd be through, You wouldn't be hearing this song today Can you say, buyers remorse Now I'm prayin that my CD's sellin out in the stores Cause I hate being poor I may have dropped a couple hundred but I'm one with the Force
And I'm a big time spender, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast (It's just not fair) I'm a big time spender, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast (It's just not fair)
I mean, it comes and it goes, making funds from shows The next day I'm at the mall buying tons of clothes Eve though I get free shit, hella LRG shit I'm calling El-P: Quick! Send me some loot I'm over budget, I'm recordin (??) When that check comes, I hit the swap meet and I buy some new Jordans I'm often as lost in, trickin of my chips of, Bootleg movies and, brand new kicks I'm scan-da-lous, but I just can't help it Call me what you want just, don't call me selfish Always think of others, moms and my little brother It's the thought that counts, so I keep'em in mind As long as they stay out of my pockets, that's fine As for my girl? Shit, what can I say? Bought her a rice cooker and some lingere I know it's for my benefit, but that's how it is When you
Big time spendin, let me buy that shit Put it in the bag soon as I eye that shit My pockets so broke, about to cry and shit But do you think I care, it comes slow and goes fast And it's just not fair, BT$
Born to shop
Buy that shit
Big time spenders
Eli ??
[?]
And Nick Carter
'Bout to buy everything in your fucking local mall
(MURS) Alright I'm ready No, you're not ready I'm ready, you're not ready Motherfucker
(Indistinguishable singing)
(MURS) Now this here's for your spouse or significant other You were in love with the person, now you hate the motherfucker Get the fuck out! Tell 'em to get the fuck out! You weren't lookin' for love when you met 'em at the club Y'all exchanged numbers and went out for some grub You waited three days then decided to call Went for dinner and a movie, then a walk through the mall All you saw was the physical, a sexy individual Never had the thought that they would make your life miserable A couple more dates, consumate the mating ritual Soon you will encounter the habitual liar The sex was so good it set your body afire But why are you still with this nut? Every time they come around you get this feelin in your gut Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth stays shut When you stop to think about how good they fuck An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up stuck So here's some words of wisdom that'll help you with the chore Count up their I.Q. before you kick 'em to the door It goes:
(Chorus: MURS) One, two, three, four I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no more So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out! Everybody come on! One, two, three, four I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no more So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out! Everybody!
(MURS) Now say you have a homeboy who's been sleepin' on your couch For weeks on end and he's (words walk em out?) Get the fuck out! Tell him to get the fuck out! Now he walks around your house in nothin' but his drawers Throws the trash once a week and expects to get applause Let him stay at your crib you was down for his cause He was in between girls, or in between jobs But it's still no excuse for him to be a slob Your girl stays mad cause she's cleanin' up behind him You can't get your calls when he's on the other line an' You can't get laid cause he has the worst timin' Knockin' at your door at odd hours of the night If he does that shit again, you swear to God you're gonna fight But you can't kick him out cause it's just not right He has nowhere else to go, but you're losin' self-control Wanna kill him in his sleep, God bless his soul Maybe it's not that bad but it could get worse So here's a little tip from your homeboy MURS Before you tell him "Bounce," do a countdown first It goes:
(Chorus)
(MURS) Now let's talk about these old motherfuckers on the mic Who were dope but now are whack and won't leave the spotlight Get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out! He had some albums that I loved way back in the day But as he puts out new shit, the memories begin to fade When I heard about the comeback I said "No way!" I was waitin' on the real, the anticipation built But with age came degeneration of the skill So I pushed it to the back of my mind, and hoped in time Those fine memories would once again shine But he just won't stop, even though his album flop Everytime I turn around his new one's about to drop Make me wanna take all his old records off the shelf Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his former self So when he stopped on tour, in my town for a show I played a true fan and was in the front row As he started doin' classics, then he stopped and said "No" We had to say we love the new shit, before he did the old I tried to count the countdown, but then I lost control It went one, two, three, four I had it up to here, and I'm not takin' no more So get the fuck out! You gots to get the fuck out! Everybody come on! One, two, three...
Creep with me while i crawl through the hood Maniac lyricists just call me murs thats good You'll get crushed when I bust on beats and you'll never hear me holla bullshit for the streets im not anti-white, or anti-nigga, just anti-ignorant and anti idiot LP make the beat and aint i killin it dont care who you are, if i aint feelin it im tellin your ass fuck you and these labels thats be sellin that trash and these underground artists with their sales gone bad fuck with me ill do it sugar free and send you to the corner just to get my cash ill woop that ass put that on ur momma and get ready for the action cause i dont bring drama ima tell the world youre wack in every interview plus your squads kinda pale you need some color in your crew plus your first rap tape way back in '92 you had slaughter, warren, slayer and firehouse thought this rap thing is cool hey i might try it out theres only do and do not there is no try hes in the ???? for true jedi you was scared to come to shows cuz they let the lead fly now you have no heart no soul no funk and its 187 on you underground punks
Verse: Do you Like it? i can give a fuck how u feelin. feel this. feel this. feel this. do you like it? feel this, bitch feel this, bitch feel this
i was bumpin nocturnal and my mind started to travel on how i used to seek out mc's for raps to unravel now yous think i cant battle rap cuz i roll on cadillac put your money where your pie-hole is and watch me fuck you watch your cash like my name was jason biggs im makin kids wanna grow up to be astronauts again cuz they see bein an MC is not an option-win just a hungry motherfucker like me lookin for fresh meat to make em look foolish as hell over they're best beat i press heat to your ear like gause to a wound hopin that it goes platinum like those cosby cartoons if i dont get a plaque on my wall for platinum release ill still be a classic to ya'll with plaque on my teeth chain smokin brain chokin the shit outta rappers i had to end your beginnin to start the next chapter now im on some other shit like that ?? that common wears or the enron affair or andres hair somebody else might but i just dont care wut you say or where your from im the baddest motherfucker touch you down on kickdrums such as sick tongue i could be a ?? just to wear this long beard to hide the IV my goal since i was young be a fly MC so i jumped off the gym junior high PE fell flat on my face everyone laughed at me now my flows so strong gravity defies me and i float on air without a pair of nikes so you just cant compare to pros real like these
(Murs) I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my stomach settle down Then fell into the shower as to let the funk drown Put Degree under my arms, turned off the alarm You only set it to regret it A million things to do but work is where I'm headed The dreaded grindstone on the edge of my bed I sit and let my mind zone on how fun last night was Started with a light buzz that slowly progressed into a full blown fade I was trying to get laid, but, got no action It was back to the crib for personal satisfaction Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans It seems I have 15 minutes to make the 20 minute ride it takes to get to work So I fly out the door while I'm putting on my shirt Start the car and then I'm off to get in trouble with my boss He runs his mouth like a bitch sometimes I wish he'd lay me off So that I could lay him out with one little punch right to his fat ass mouth But now I'm assed out, 'cause these fools on the freeway be driving like they ain't got nowhere to go You know those fucks in the fastlane moving hella slow Got me yelling at my windshield Now it's like 10 'till I want to call in Man I think it everyday but I'm not ballin' So I got to go get paid and continue the charade of Customer service since I don't get commission My efforts seem worthless thanks and have a nice day 'Cause what I got to say even if they were rude And gave me attitude it's a shame what I have to do to get written fool
I work hard Goddamn hard To keep this roof over my head And pay off these credit cards I work hard Goddamn hard So I could pay off all my debt And get a house with a yard I work hard Goddamn hard To put that gas off in the tank And make the payments on this car I work hard Goddamn hard So I could wild out every weekend And buy drinks at the bar
Try being on the road for 45 days straight Road manager's the driver and myself plus 8 Other motherfuckers and their idio-sympatic 'Sop brought two-systems he's a video fanatic Sunspot got enough weed to give me contact for the month and a half PSC got the gas and forever blowing up the spot with his rotten ass Of course Grouch brought a task that'll fill his time plot Trying to hook Pro-Tools to his new laptop Eligh's on the last cot a hypocondriac So with him you never know if it's a fever or an act Scarub's usually either reading, writing, or sleeping And Bicasso needs to use somebodies celly's on the creeping Me I'm simply dreaming plotting schemes to get some money Almost forgot about Arata but you know As we tour throughout the country everybody starts to argue over what we watch on tv and who drank the last brew, who's been hating on who Maybe throw a punch or two until a virus breaks out And how healthy can you be? When you getting little sleep and all you eat is take out But the show must go on when you live in dusk 'till dawn If I don't rap every night, I might lose a fan So even if I got the flu I got a mic in my hand And I haven't even spoke on the one night stands Yeah that might sound fly to the average guy But when you got a girl at home you got to let it pass you by So I try to play the sidelines Watch what they pull, but on a bus full of women, hard to stay faithful So I cheat not because I hate my girl because I miss her Eventhough she won't believe me when I say I only kissed her Been home a couple days and she still won't speak Still I got to hit the road again Begin another week
I work hard Goddamn hard To keep this roof over my head And pay off these credit cards I work hard Goddamn hard So I could pay off all my debt And get a house with a yard I work hard Goddamn hard To put that gas off in the tank And make the payments on this car I work hard Goddamn hard!
You didnt think me and El was comin like this Def Jux Motherfucker and we run this shit Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shit Oh you got a couple jokes now you funny bitch (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 bitch 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 cant keep ya rank Mad cause you try to rob shit but you aint Been around no bullshit where crews peel clips Niggaz that kill for fun Wanna talk that ill shit sayin how you kill shit Bullets still in ya gun Koolaid in ya veins so now you gotta change clothes Cuz you pissed 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' bass 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 nigga 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 shit 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 bitch Approached by this girl like shutup bitch Than I grab the microphone and I cut up kids Like a hot knife straight through a butter stick Now i'm in the spotlight about to rock all night Shot of tequila than a hot mamacita We sex 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 passed out rolled up do it again Wont neva roll up ya crew in the wind High velocity high viscocity slippin right pass 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 bastard) Thats just played out theres 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 porn And jack off right in the tissue Than call it a night thats probley the life Go to sleep with the girl that you callin ya wife Wake up to the same shit different day Everybody onto work and they on the way Cause we all got bills and rent to pay Lend to the earth wasnt 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 analog monkey not me rock hard and shit The radio flyer kit, flyin with a boombox pack wit' clips Faggots 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 space 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 shitty dizzy spinning all this cuff and progress whose with me Fabolous thunder bird word nerd unda that tom pill shit Who heard kill quick They been together since 96' they still ride ya dick I refined ya style while wild ways from an error with an automan mix Community watch groups and lace young kids Niggaz don't skip me I don't answer to you george bush or the raw time commitee Dumber than a mongulary race movin shit With a heart of hell scribblin bruisin shit Every time you make a move in the industry start the new movement kid I'm like lose it bitch 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 shit bitch
(MURS) See, had the place to myself, my parents went outta town So I had the music up and was runnin' around Singing to the beat of my favorite underground Song at the time, let's just say it was MURS I was rappin' in the mirror, I was knowin' every verse I was doin' my thang until the doorbell rang It was my homeboy Shock, a mellow type of fellow That I knew from up the block, he walked in and said:
(Shock G) Yo, what's the deal MURS? First things first, you couldn'ta hit me At a better time, them four cars behind me, they with me All women, all dimes, the redhead she's mine She wanna hump me, yo that's my brother Humpty
(Humpty Hump) What's up yo? Pardon me, but I gots to go, where the bathroom at? Y'all got liquor? Come on, Trina! Yo this house is fat 'Ey cat, you wanna hit this? Oops I shouldn'ta did that I'll clean it up before your folks come home, yo where they at?
(MURS) Man I don't believe you brought this nigga man I heard about his ass The only fool dumb enough to flunk his P.E. Class It's not that he's dumb, he's just wild and he's ignorant Known for gettin' mad drunk and gettin' all belligerent Man I'm sick of this I shouldn'ta told nobody I mean three's company, but four cars makes a party Mental note: lock the garage, hide the keys to dad's Rolls 'Cause it's outta control, this bitch is taking off her clothes
(Shock G) Is your dad's Rolls blue? 'Cause I got bad news Humpty took a cruise, and barbeque pit went in the pool Turned the water grey, I would stay and help you clean up But the neighbors say police are comin', I'm bout to G up
(Humpty Hump) Beep, beep, beep! Yo, I'm back MURS, where should I park it? I brought the whole strip club with me, we bout to spark it My girl urled in your backseat, but yo it's cool We got weed and some shrooms, is it cool to use your dad's room?
(Chorus 2X)
It's risky business, man what is this? I'm caught up in a twist, and I'm tryin' to fix shit It's risky business, man what is this? I'm caught up in a twist, now I'm tryin' to fix it
(MURS) What you mean my dad's room? Nigga is you crazy? And what's up with them glasses, what'cha eye kinda lazy? Anyways we gotta clean that shit up out the backseat But first what's up with that blonde, you think she likes black meat?
(Shock G) She said she was a virgin to the brown, never splurged in the town But she's down, 'cause you got her all moist, like the Rolls Royce backseat 'Least I can do is help you clean it up cousin What time is mom and dad comin'?
(Humpty Hump) Yo, why y'all bein' responsible and shit? We gotta hook up We tryin' to get these chicks upstairs, see what we can cook up One of them got their toes blue, coochie shaved, so cool My nose tryin' to be with those when the doors close fool
(MURS) Exactly. Fuck the backseat I'm tryin' to smack cheeks Until they turn reddish, and satisfy my fetish Lay back and get some lettuce (Humpty: Yo, what'chu mean, head?) (Yeah) That's what I said, then call it a wrap (Shock: But what about your parents?) Well, they never called me back, I guess their flight got delayed So we got time to get layed, ayo Hump could you watch out for that white Escalade? (Humpty: Did you even have to ask?) Well since you're on the task I'ma head upstairs and get focused on some ass And if I start to scream, do your best to ignore me If my parents come in, just tell them the Burger King story Just keep 'em entertained until I finish gettin' brained (Humpty: Hello Ms. Connor, he's gettin' drained) And the name is Elaine
(MURS) Alright, this is the best I can do. . . what do you want?
(Aesop Rock) Aesop's getting hungry
(MURS) Well what do you want?
(Aesop Rock) What's on your mind, Big MURS?
(MURS) Shit, the end of the world with a wife at home I pretend is my girl
(Aesop Rock) Did you take your meds today?
(MURS) 20 milligrams worth, but I'm still so amped I can kill a damn verse What's on your mind Aes Rock?
(Aesop Rock) Shit, the roaches in the kitchen that I scream on everyday but for some reason they don't listen
(MURS) Did you take your meds today?
(Aesop Rock) Yeah, 20 milligrams worth, but I'm feeling so amped I can kill a damn verse
(Verse 1)
(Aesop Rock) I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies An animated glitch suspended like milk money bullies I calculate my comfort zone by how baggy the hoodie I calibrate pyrotechnics on how crappy the jewelry (I keep it Dirty) Like What? My vibes on that old "Ha ha ha Stick 'Em" Like a 1950-something wire hanger abortion victim 99 bottles of happy pills on the wall Take 'em down, pass 'em around before me and MURS eat 'em all
(MURS) I was cooling at the park with a couple of other Jukies We were paused taking on all comers like some bookies Rookies running up with their run-of-the-mill raps Crashed, hit 'em all up with hundreds of ill slaps The Harlem Backslap just happens to be my favorite You take it from your shoulder then you take 'em to the pavement We don't take shit but we take our medication And we bust them raps back to Prozac Nation
(Chorus) I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again I gotta go home, I need to take my happy pills again I wanna go home, I need to take my happy pills again
(Verse 2)
(Aesop Rock) Blockhead, this beat sounds like the theme song to the Huston 500 Marathon Fuck-Fest Get laughed at like dude last in line tryin' to fuck that's suspect Who's ante's up next? Duck I'm buckin' with bonsai column big pimpin' With less money and women, money that's slippin' Now it's Golden Eye with sniper rifles in the temple Holding my bludgeoned-to-deranged cups, my triple doors tucked Flip a little wrong tough, it's the right stuff or the wrong stuff Wrong lyrically I'm not stuff clutch upon the mic because you suck
(MURS) This does sound like the beat from a porno flick Before we get up off the stage go and warn those chicks That we're comin' with that oven-fresh DiGiorno Dick I wanna fill you up, then fill you up Bang this dick into your stomach until you reveal your lunch Shove my 8 into your face and make you taste your cunt Nah, not really, 'cause my girl would surely kill me I only rest my cock when my XBOX enthrills me
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
(Aesop Rock) MURS is my pharmacist cupboards full of Clonepin (sp?) I'm a seratonin reuptake enhibitor bronze U.S. monument See me in hell cashing in on that See You in Hell thing Decompose like Dorothy water bucket plus witch equals melting And I seldom seen these weeks without the medicated crust Settle uncivil circuits that make the cut I'll tell you what, I'ma freak the fuck out if someone doesn't let me use their phone Yo, MURS I gotta go home
(MURS) Aes Rock is my pharmacist, he doesn't own a farm But he owns a gang of pills that'll help and keep me calm If you're taking this too serious I'm just gonna bomb I'm just screwing with your head like to do em out with brain Surgery inside a shed, I take the same meds As Iron Mike Tyson, my life is rollin' out of control Don't need a license to drive myself crazy Catch me on his next album as long as Aesop pays me
(Chorus)
Go to sleep, go to bed Go to sleep, go to bed Go to sleep, take yo ass to bed Moherfucker better go to sleep
Southern California underground funk assassin Known to blast the competition Break 'em up like New Edition I'm gonna rob you, throb you, rip you with mics And make you question your commitment like my dicks in your wife And I'm hittin' it right Now how's that for a visual to make your brain stall Your old ball and chain now chained to my wall I'mma reign 'till I fall, when I do I'll get a stunt double Like to play it smart so I hump when there's trouble While you try to go for broke with them punks in your huddle I play Voldermolt and bring the magic to the muggles Just dove in the struggle Not waitin' waist deep Lickin' kicks off the snairs while you suckas waste beats Lose your hunger for success once you taste defeat So I'mma show you how to eat You gotta let it wet your appetite Spit it out and rap just tight Keep a sense of humor and just kick back and laugh at life
(Chorus) (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Have you stressed to the point where you can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it don't forget it Take control of your life or you just might regret it
That's how I got these panic attacks and frantical raps Thats cold as a chick mixed hispanic with black But still spit it so hot they'll have to ban it from wax Or at least press it on that heavy european shit So you can't want beef when you're a vegan bitch Props to BLX, I hope y'all see them checks I'm uppin' woman from the back like a CRX And real heads can stop waitin' cuz WE are next Def J-U-X and Living Legends coming through when I play two sets Like Shock G and D.U. don't know the half about blowin' up I call you see too Treat it like an opening act of movie preview 'Cause everybody in the house came to watch what we do Since your rhymes are as fly as a fuckin' Emu So even if I only make MTV2 It's better than me stuck in a rut being you
(Chorus) (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Have you stressed to the point where you can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it don't forget it Take control of your life or you just might regret it
Quit letting your girl run you life and Homie be a man Your ladies not supposed to be your one and only fan Or your manager That's a conflict of interest I expect nothing less from a product of incest I been fresh Since my first song in '92 When I got with 3MG we put it down since high school So mother fuckers, know, how, I, do I shove this mic down your throat and start speaking into you And my mic sounds nice, check one I can sing in the middle of this verse just for fun Like, "la la la la laaa" I know it's off key but when Oh No's on the beat He can make something even that vile seem sweet As revenge on your ex-girlfriend who fucked your best friend While you were drunk passed out in your den So while you were downin' Hen(essy) She was goin' down on him
(Chorus) (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Have you stressed to the point where you can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it take over Got me stressed to the point where I can't stay sober (It'll drive you crazy) If you let it don't forget it Take control of your life or you just might regret it
