4 The Record

[Murs]

I rock the mic like it's my last chance to breathe

Display a level of skill you could only hope to achieve

Within this lifetime and I write rhymes that'll make marks

Shut the fuck up, when I recite mines, state syllables on snares

Like bombs, so I'm guaranteed to blow up

When I touch down on tracks, watch your whole crew collapse

Like households, then I introduce the crack, black motherfuckers

Thinkin it's dope time to shine, lackluster blockbuster b-boys

Went "Krush Groove" and "Beat Street"

Now they think it's safe to drop styles on beat

I make 'em all retreat, like back to back Halloweens

Destroy the following, believin rap's the sport for spectators

How the fuck you supposed to blow up? Living Legends got the detonator

For all these bitch-ass record haters

So-called entertainers, just rappers online

Nigga this Mid-City on mine, from the town where bangin is life

Fuck around, get yo' ass gangstered for the mic

[Chorus: Murs]

For the record, there's too many niggaz grabbin mics

For the record, none of 'em is comin this tight

Ay for the record, 4:27, this track

Ay for the record, the Living Legends always got my back

Ay for the record, you want it? Go out and take that shit

And for the record, my crew had a show we ripped that shit

Ay for the record, whenever this shit drops

Ay for the record, just because you in the club you ain't hip-hop

[Murs]

I hit the spot, givin up that index finger and thumb

to let you know where I'm comin from

Living Legends bitch, don't act dumb

cause some will wanna denounce the name

Some nerd-ass niggaz, without an ounce of game

Tape sounds the same as the rest of 'em

Murs ends the careers, of the best of 'em

I mean this nigga starts battles in empty rooms

And after I consume my shadow

I'ma travel to your homestead, blow you out in front of your own hedge

First fly off the dome like led in gunfights

Fuck everything you done wit'cha whole life

After battlin me, you'll only remember this one night

Play it over and over again in your mind like Bill Murray

In a hurry to escape, but just to fuck wit'cha head

I put the shit to tape, not just for you

But for every MC, so you can peep where you at

And see, where you need to be

Proceed with me, through them underground catacombs

Where the Living Legends roam

Perfectin the techniques to speak, on phones type micro

Thinkin you, buildin a reputation, just perpetuatin the cycle

If all were fallin to the slang, fuck with me

take a bite out "Self Destruction" like "We're All in the Same Gang"

Y'all niggaz can't hang

[Chorus: Murs]

For the record you a bitch, we gon' treat you like a bitch

Ay for the record, pick a style, don't ever switch

And for the record, that whole tape you gave me was weak

And for the record, next time you see me, don't even speak

And for the record, it's always freestyle never written

And for the record...

Ay for the record, this is only the beginning

And for the record the Legendary saga, is never-ending

[Murs]

I'm from a crew of the most hated, underrated

MC's on the planet, yes I cram to understand it

And hopefully shed light

In a time when niggaz is hopin on open mics

Instead of what they write

I compose prose to leave foes froze like Bobby Drake

Go below zero with the flow and never break

Ever make a man come to tears

after rippin his ass, in front of his peers?

That's the shit I live for, and that's why you live in fear

I'm the man known only as Murs

Makin you recognize and submit, after only one verse

Wake Up Show wouldn't play it, even without the curse

You gotta kiss they ass first; but I bet they stop

all that politickin after they get they ass kicked by Murs

My aim was never to play games, on some Parker Brothers shit

I've been on some dark and other shit, for a while now

The style now seems to be independent, and well connected

Fuck that, my family stay independent, and well respected

This shit's directed

to every nigga comin up short, when the cash gets collected

You can pick up this record

Wherever good music and true skill are still expected

Check it

[Outro]

Hey, hey Murs! Hey you remember me man

Hey you tore my ass in front of the club last week

Y'knahmsayin? Hey, hey check this out

You're the greatest, you're the dopest freestyler I've ever met

Hey can we do it again? Check it out let's battle let's do it man

My friends they didn't believe me

They didn't know about it, but I know you've got it

Hey Murs, hey, I I I I can't help but sayin it

You're so dope Murs!