3:16

(专辑： 3:16: The 9th Edition - 2004)

[Chorus: Sample]
Left me standin here
On this lonely street to cry

[MURS:]
This is a Living Legends, Justice League
Definitive Jux presentation
Brought to you by 9th Wonder aaand MURS

[Verse 1:]
What up though, still giving a fuck so
Open up your changer and get ready to dump those
Disc of the dudes that be sounding the same
They get up on TV, steady clowning for fame
Disrespecting ancestors that was bound in them chains
But I'm around in the game
So thangs is bound to change
I'm tryin to walk that thin line
Between intelligence and ignorance
Have a little fun while making music of significance
A nemesis to niggas just bumping they gums
I give a fuck where you from
It's where your heart at bitch
You gon' bite, little doggy, or just bark that shit?
A slave to the rhythm, 9th spark that whip
Cause my heart can't quit, I got something to say
Cause these niggas wanna act N.W.A.
Niggas With Artillery and nothing to spray
Just some non-right assholes with nothing to say

[Chorus & 9th Wonder speaking:]
That's right motherfuckas
Old salty ass, sideways ass motherfuckas
Y'all fucked up now, huh? MURS, get em

[Verse 2:]
I'm from where we leaving running and we hop outta cars
Jump out and beat you down in some new All-stars
No stars and stripes, just bars and pipes
And niggas just start shooting, they too hard to fight
I'm scarred for life, and charge this mic with bars of fright
Dare any one of you frauds to bite
I'm raw as life
With loss of wife and cause of strife
Spitting sharp with like I floss with knives
Not contrived or conceited, on your radio repeated
I'm elitist and I leave this Red Hot like Kiedis
I'm a Californicator and a street narrator
Steady running rappers down until they meet their maker
Concrete caretaker to these weak imitators, they a
Screech to my Slater, piece of beef to a gator or the
Heat versus Lakers, I'm a speak to ya later
And let 9th take me out
With techniques and a fader

[Chorus & 9th Wonder speaking:]
What's wrong with y'all man?
The fuck is y'all thinking bout?
Damn, them motherfuckas is lame man, get ya shit right man

[Verse 3:]
I'm from the home of Double K, nothing but trouble gang
KWS's, LTS's, OFA's
And every other crew that used to rack cans and spray
And mob the RUD before the MTA
So don't hate what I say or talk down when I bust mine
Trying to make some green like the Culver city bus line
I'm unsigned and hyped, dump mines on sight
This Living Legend gang, what you punks rhyming like?
I combine with 9th, sickest with these beats
I mean so sick like he's forgetting to eat
A hard man to take down like Michael Vick on his feet
And anybody chose me they was thinking defeat
I'm a spit with this heat until I get my credit
I'm a verbal martial artist like I'm signed to Shady Records
And you bitches best respect it or I will destroy you
Have your whole crew screaming out "You're My Boy Blue! "