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BasikMurs

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Hip-Hop/Rap

BasikMurs è stato pubblicato il 10 marzo 1997 da Murs 316 come parte dell'album F'Real

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Data di uscita10 marzo 1997

EtichettaMurs 316

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM88

PANORAMICA

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Video musicale

Video musicale

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Ayy, what's up?

This is motherfucking Murs

In here with my motherfucking Basick

You know what I'm saying?

I got a foul-ass mouth, I don't really give a fuck

This is all freestyle

One take, do it like this, no fakes on the microphone

Destroy all snakes in the grass

Murs'll beat that ass if it has to come to that type of situation

But I really know that patience is a virtue

But I just might hurt you, call it curtains

Pull up her skirt on a few MCs acting bitch

Wanna change off the switch like the light

25 Watt, you ain't that bright

Might get socked in the night

Where I'm from, Mid-City where we roam

Come hard over drums

Everybody wants to hum some other ****'s song

Be on the dick of other crews too long

Now where's your song at?

Got a whole tape and ain't nobody else gonna kick a rap

Unless they famous

That's the food from the table of contents

Your whole purpose is aimless

Need to get some shit, condense it into one form

Have a common goal when I'm bombing soul

On this track, everybody knows my spirit comes intact

Never on post handle, or should I say on strike like UPS

I might just M-cave your chest

Like this, make a chasm when I spit these shit

Have your chest doing spasm, phantasm like that ball

With the spikes, everybody knows I don't sport Nikes

Well, I really kinda do 'cause I can't afford other shoes

They cost too much, everybody wanna rock the Dutch

Or should I say the British walkers, shit talkers from New York

Get cooked, burnt up, I stay away like pork

How many MCs have said that I read that rap book you had?

All them rhymes you had was wack, take it like that

Uh, this **** Murs with a freestyle verse with Basick

Your whole style is wack, so face it

This **** Murs with a freestyle verse and Basick

Your whole style is wack, just face it

Can't replace it

Can't replace it, can't replace it

One-on-one, this is Basick

Yo, checkin' in, one, two

Watch out for your whole crew

We might do 'em by the two, threes, and the hundreds

I got you in a tundra, freezing your toes

Basick MC exposed superstition

I guess you thought you was wishing you was in another state

I negate no property, Basick MC, awfully

All up in all these MCs, taking 'em off stage with a swift kick

You might sing from my dick, but matter fact, you's a trick

Sell you on the corner for two bucks or less

You be selling your rhymes like it was two bucks a stress

Just a little bit of style and a little bit of this and a

Little bit of spice here and a little ingredient there

Now I'ma come out, then I'ma start to stare

Mad dogging wack MCs, I'ma stomp 'em with girls' clogs and

Keeping 'em clogging up like arteries

Fools be swelling up, thinking they gon' serve me, I think not

I put you in my pot, everything is 450 degrees

Got it hot, pull out about four MCs, please

Watch me ease off, off, air all these punks, never

I'm way too clever, used to live down

The street from this fool named Trevor

But he got a little shady, so I had to make him not my baby

Had to serve him, sit him on the curb and

Sit him in the street and run him over with my Honda Accord

Never bored while I soared in the sky

Basick MC will never die

I'm living continuously, matter fact, I say it should say infinitive

You wanna live, don't step up, you might limp back

Watch out for the attack from me and Murs

You gotta stay dope if you don't wanna be wack, that's obvious

Matter fact, I'm seeing this through the scope of my eyes

Matter fact, I got three of 'em, matter fact, I got five of 'em

'Cause I'm counting my glasses, kicking many asses all through

And going slow like molasses if you want me to slow down the style

Leave a wack MC thinking I'ma go and get wild

Now wait, little child, you might get smacked

You need a pacifier, you a wack MC, you is a liar

Talking about you was ten leagues higher

But ten leagues lower in the sea

Wanna be me? I bet you wanna clone, you drone

I'm like the bully on the block

I'ma take your Twinkies out your lunchbox

Then take your money and put it in my socks

And then walk down the street with this damn beat

That shit is thumping, keep bumping

In the Bay Area with my man Murs

Wanna kick a freestyle verse, leave a wack MC in a hearse

Now you cursed

Written by: Nicholas Carter, Unknown Writer

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