Murs Rules The World (Track 1)

(álbum: Murs Rules The World - 2000)

[Intro:]
What up though?

Guess what? MURS rules the world
Everything you touch and see
Not a portion of a smidgen
The whole fucking world is under my jurisdiction
No restrictions, my volition
From the way I rock the mic you might have had the suspicion that
MURS rules the world
My new composition aptly titled "Smacking Rivals"
Rap revivals, tapping spinals, snatching vinyl's cause it's spinnable
And packed with your essential
Hip hop minerals
A life time criminal
I have to do a show when the energy is minimal
And asshole cynical
Original with syllable
Analog to digital
Accumulate residuals
Stimulating visuals
And demonstrate within my flow that
MURS rules the world
Not just a catchy phrase, a way of life
Extreme confidence when I lay this mic
Audio orgasms when I deliver to heads
Like my 30 minute workout
Making women shiver in bed
Not living for bread or living for cheese
I'm giving MC's something to measure careers by
I tower Sears high
While you Grand Canyon low
I'm All American, you just a band standing hoe
I man handle flow
Bitch slapping drum kicks
Beating on every single snare like I'm cracking drum sticks
It's done effortless like macking dumb chicks
I'm a let you know this son of a bitch named
MURS rules the world
And there will be no taking over
Making douja off the books
That makes grown ups stop and look
Making Grover sing my hooks
Cause I'm just that type of nigga
Making models out of strippers
Making water out of liquor
The miracle man
Rule the spherical land
With imperial plans
All who hear it are fans
My material expands the conscious and hardcore
Everything you checking for
Plus a little bit more
I reckon I'm the sure shot
For hip hop consumers
What collection is complete without the world's rightful ruler?
Bud Light up in the cooler
When I'm chilling in Tuscan on the southside
MURS the man with the mouth as big as all outside
Heard some shit by quiet niggas
I doubt they down to ride, cause I know many of 'em
And plenty of 'em pussy
I talk the talk and walk the walk
Rap to your motherfucking face and I dare you to push me
Cause MURS rules the world
Oh what you didn't know? It's kinda difficult to miss
The person who said ignorance is bliss wasn't listening to this
M-U-R-S
And I'm back with a vengeance like a sack on 4th and inches
A little more cocky and a tad bit pretentious
A lot more refined but I guess you'll get used to it
Like hitting a pay phone with a quarter and dime
I'm a dedicate this album to everyone who cried when they killed Optimus Prime
Bang on every verse like I'm locked in the rhyme
I'm cocking my mind
Ready to shoot the shit with any individual, group or clique
I guarantee they meet they fate
See I put out my own albums, so they can't recuperate
On the low you look for hooks like a fish pursuing bait
But I HATE
Verse chorus verse chorus verse
See I'm trying to innovate
But enough of that for later
Let's get one thing straight
Whether you trying to write a rhyme
On the net killing time
Backstage snorting lines
At work on the phone or at home with your girl
Just remember one thing
One thing bitch
MURS rules the world [echoes]