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