[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      [Chorus 2X]