MURS & SLUG

MURS & SLUG - She Sonnet lyrics

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[Verse 1:]

[Slug:]

Step, you know the rep

It crawls and creeps

Keep holdin' your breath til you fall asleep

From the minor leagues

We got no time to bleed

You need to open the piece

And quit trippin' over both your feet

Tie your laces before you try to chase

Disgrace don't discriminate

It paints any face

I've been many places

And I made them all to be

You on some fire on the roof

Yes y'all follow me

[MURS:]

I've been High Plains Driftin' since the 90's

Cipher backpack with some weed is where you'll find me

I was listenin' to Wu-Tang

Tryin' to do the group thang

They called us Log Cabin

We opened up a new lane

From the Life to the Blowed

I was there for it

Rock Steady, Scribble Jam

All the rare moments

We been in the game so long

But still evolved while all of y'all been singin' the same song

So

[Chorus: x2]

Touch

You don't want it

Rush

You don't want it

Broke

You don't want it

Choke

You don't want it

None

You don't want it

Done

You don't want it

MURS and Slug and Aes

And she's on it!

[Verse 2:]

[MURS:]

She told me that she never had someone to listen to

Tried hip hop, but it was hard to get into

They called her bitch and it was so disrespectful

She turned a deaf ear and started bumpin' techno

But I apologize

And here's a dedication

I'm not a saint, but I'm really ain't the degradation

Fuck a bitch, love a woman, that's my new motto

Yeah I'm ignorant

But tryin' to be a role model

[Slug:]

Cooled half my life through this home made pipe

Took a left, left, left like I know it's right

And I'm suppose to give a fuck about what you bout?

Isn't it something now?

Shut your mouth

You buggin' out

Me, I know we make 'em go nuts

So what

You know what?

Hold up

Don't interrupt the grown ups

Get busy

DC

Twin Cities

When she keeps it pretty

And your CDs are Frisbee

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

[MURS:]

The ultimate

And we're as dope as it's suppose to get

Some say they want a new style

Some say they like our older shit

Critics threw their darts at my heart

And I took it

Put it all on my shoulders

But it left my back crooked

Deep

But not broken up

Late night hopin'

Lost with no cause, got my eyes wide open

Schemin' on a dream that's always seemin' to unravel

Cause we caught up with the legions of the demons that we battle

[Slug:]

You ain't an artist

You a scum bag

Douche bag

Cause when it rains you keep wavin' some new flag

You ain't a critic, just a giant midget

Tryin' to get with any tool to help you climb that big dick

Well, you can hide behind the pride and guilt

Stand still and deny the time it took to get it built

Or illustrate the definition of Hell

And shape it into whatever it takes for you to feel Felt

[Chorus]

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