[Verse 1: Mr. Lif]
I've got two underpaid educators on the faders
Mad about the salary of baseball players
A nation of thugs waving guns at the mayor
The meek on they knees, cold prayin' for savior
Enabled to outlast disease that plagues ya
Scientists with remedies, save 'em for later
In God we trust, written on the paper
Which soon will burn, as humans learn
To upgrade, advance
But wade, too far in the waters of chance
Stress reaches up to the heavens, its arms
Take the form of nuclear bombs
And when they weary, they drop and crush theory
Laying to waste every thing you held dearly
Death is nearin', at this point you see clearly
You nodded through peril, just scream if you hear me
[Verse 2: MURS]
COME LIKE I HERE'SAY
Ain't nobody comin' this fed
Could've went, got some sleep, but got keyed instead
So the organs that I use to breed are now bred
Cigarettes to the head, chillin' on the balcony
With some fly shit on hand like I practice falconry
I'm out to be (4, 3, 2), one of the best, you know
MURS plus a mic, fuck the summit of rest
Now a gun and a vest? Might protect you from takin' one in the chest
But it can't protect you from this legendary crew that's runnin' the west
I make you want to invest in the shit that we made
I give a damn what you made fuckin' with E-Trade
Cuz when the beat's laid, the hardcore becomes priceless
The righteous Doctor T put the walk in concrete
The stock on Wall Street, the knock on the beat
You couldn't run a close second with some clocks on your feet
Not jocked in the street but respected at the bank
Unsigned and hella broke, think it is when it ain't, bitch
I've got two underpaid educators on the faders
Mad about the salary of baseball players
A nation of thugs waving guns at the mayor
The meek on they knees, cold prayin' for savior
Enabled to outlast disease that plagues ya
Scientists with remedies, save 'em for later
In God we trust, written on the paper
Which soon will burn, as humans learn
To upgrade, advance
But wade, too far in the waters of chance
Stress reaches up to the heavens, its arms
Take the form of nuclear bombs
And when they weary, they drop and crush theory
Laying to waste every thing you held dearly
Death is nearin', at this point you see clearly
You nodded through peril, just scream if you hear me
[Verse 2: MURS]
COME LIKE I HERE'SAY
Ain't nobody comin' this fed
Could've went, got some sleep, but got keyed instead
So the organs that I use to breed are now bred
Cigarettes to the head, chillin' on the balcony
With some fly shit on hand like I practice falconry
I'm out to be (4, 3, 2), one of the best, you know
MURS plus a mic, fuck the summit of rest
Now a gun and a vest? Might protect you from takin' one in the chest
But it can't protect you from this legendary crew that's runnin' the west
I make you want to invest in the shit that we made
I give a damn what you made fuckin' with E-Trade
Cuz when the beat's laid, the hardcore becomes priceless
The righteous Doctor T put the walk in concrete
The stock on Wall Street, the knock on the beat
You couldn't run a close second with some clocks on your feet
Not jocked in the street but respected at the bank
Unsigned and hella broke, think it is when it ain't, bitch
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