[Verse 1: Murs]
No chain, tattoos where you can't see
I'm the one, I'm the man that you can't be
Decade and plus in the game, I got a name
While a lot of these commercial ass rappers should be ashamed
Sold your soul for that 15 minutes
You was in, you was on, you was hot, now you finished
I represent the real hip-hop
For my homies that still sell pills and load Glocks
I told them young dudes clean your money up
There's a recession, it's the perfect time for comin up!
You can listen to these rappers if you're dumb enough
Or smile, get money, have fun, be one of us
Why you acting tough for?
Wouldn't throw a cream-puff in a cupcake war
It's not real, it's all what you make it
All you got is your word and you're fucked once you break it
[Hook: Murs]
Life is a myth and time is an illusion
I'm a light shining through the confusion
We sell frequencies designed as music
All I do is kick rhymes, have fun, and do cool shit
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
If it wasn't for this hip-hop ish, I'd probably lose it
The real thinker: don't confuse me with Confucius
Cut on your blinker, get it right, I'm the prototype
I spit like I mix chemicals in beakers
Way before I heard my words thumping out a speaker
I knew I was too cool to play follow the leader
Everything I do goes over the head of overachievers
We can discuss this over lunch, it's over when I dump my thesis
Fuckin' punks, bunch of bitches: y'all should wear pumps
Square up, run to Orange County for a "fair" one
I'm out your frequency, don't speak to me
Reason be I'm like a deity, I'm the elite
MURS: bow our heads, bon apetit
Let's turn Paid Dues into Coachella and have a feast!
This rap game is full of lames driving themselves insane
Looking for a lane, mayne
Soul
No chain, tattoos where you can't see
I'm the one, I'm the man that you can't be
Decade and plus in the game, I got a name
While a lot of these commercial ass rappers should be ashamed
Sold your soul for that 15 minutes
You was in, you was on, you was hot, now you finished
I represent the real hip-hop
For my homies that still sell pills and load Glocks
I told them young dudes clean your money up
There's a recession, it's the perfect time for comin up!
You can listen to these rappers if you're dumb enough
Or smile, get money, have fun, be one of us
Why you acting tough for?
Wouldn't throw a cream-puff in a cupcake war
It's not real, it's all what you make it
All you got is your word and you're fucked once you break it
[Hook: Murs]
Life is a myth and time is an illusion
I'm a light shining through the confusion
We sell frequencies designed as music
All I do is kick rhymes, have fun, and do cool shit
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
If it wasn't for this hip-hop ish, I'd probably lose it
The real thinker: don't confuse me with Confucius
Cut on your blinker, get it right, I'm the prototype
I spit like I mix chemicals in beakers
Way before I heard my words thumping out a speaker
I knew I was too cool to play follow the leader
Everything I do goes over the head of overachievers
We can discuss this over lunch, it's over when I dump my thesis
Fuckin' punks, bunch of bitches: y'all should wear pumps
Square up, run to Orange County for a "fair" one
I'm out your frequency, don't speak to me
Reason be I'm like a deity, I'm the elite
MURS: bow our heads, bon apetit
Let's turn Paid Dues into Coachella and have a feast!
This rap game is full of lames driving themselves insane
Looking for a lane, mayne
Soul
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