M.U.R.S a nigga known to rip a microphone   Leave you enthrasted in the zone    Much to advanced to clone   Master of this urban rhyme science   Combined my legendary alliance   9th wonder of the world right after the giant   East Oakland California is where we conquer   The formula to leave compititions silent   See rarely pull that B in emcee   Thought i'd give it to u straight    At the one eight zero degree   And I should be the man    Receiving Platinum certificates    Cause this shit will get heard a million times   Rhymes so intricate heads will have to rewind   Sometimes I feel like quiting   Until I hear a nigga up there with a microphone    bullshitin, I'm like that's koo shut the fuck up   If he knew where i was sitting   Got a dope Rhyme for everytime   A beady touch my lip, an been added to the text   For about five years so that makes    Eighteen thousand two hundred fifty    Dope rhymes just to hit your ear   Precise Calculations nigga master the equation   Cause mathematics and understanding   Rules supreme, so i suggest your ass    Get down with the winning team   and in it seems to be 9   Niggas know when to strike out like Doc Gutton   Once they've met with my mind   So wanting to reach and fuck up    My herbs run average, I'll turn one savage   Raise to let you know   I got a grip of microphones   You still at that Grabbing stage, to have it stage   Hard to kick, like bet money underneath my feet   Your shit hella weak, But so far from sticking me And these wack   muthafuckers Don't mix   Like music to drive by and way to funky   So these nigga's get ate quick   Couple punk muthafuckers got me thinking Freestyle battles ain't shit   so my ass is trying to quit, but this rap game    Got to many glitches   For example Underground rap shows    Not enough pussy and way to many bitches