Murs - Murs Rules The World lyrics

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[Intro:]

What up though?

Guess what? MURS rules the world

Everything you touch and see

Not a portion of a smidgen

The whole fuckin' 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 "Smackin' Rivals"

Rap revivals, tappin' spinals, snatchin' 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

Stimulatin' 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

Makin' women shiver in bed

Not livin' for bread or livin' for cheese

I'm givin' MC's somethin' to measure careers by

I tower Sears high

While you Grand Canyon low

I'm All American, you just a band standin' hoe

I man handle flow

Bitch slappin' drum kicks

Beatin' on every single snare like I'm crackin' drum sticks

It's done effortless like mackin' dumb chicks

I'm a let you know this son of a bitch named

MURS rules the world

And there will be no takin' over

Makin' douja off the books

That makes grown ups stop and look

Makin' Grover sing my hooks

Cause I'm just that type of nigga

Makin' models out of strippers

Makin' 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 checkin' 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 chillin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 listenin' 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 hittin' 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 cockin' 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 tryin' to innovate

But enough of that for later

Let's get one thing straight

Whether you tryin' to write a rhyme

On the net killin' time

Backstage snortin' lines

At work on the phone or at home with your girl

Just remember one thing

One thing bitch

MURS rules the world [echoes]