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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Toby Peter
Toby Peter
Bass
Bill Coon
Bill Coon
Performer
Ray Garraway
Ray Garraway
Drums
Russell Klyne
Russell Klyne
Acoustic Guitar
Chris Gestrin
Chris Gestrin
Piano
Santosh Naidu-Tabla
Santosh Naidu-Tabla
Percussion
Vancouver String Orchestra
Vancouver String Orchestra
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
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Composer
Bill Coon
Bill Coon
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Producer
Roger Swan
Roger Swan
Mixing Engineer
Kristina Ardron
Kristina Ardron
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We've just landed, alright send a search party out Duh, don't get caught up on this planet man, these humans are crazy Just don't even show them your microphone 'cause then you know what They wanna give you a record deal and then you end up dead You know what I mean? It's like body snatchers but you know what We love hip hop, stop please, stop please, okay here we go Holding my raps, olden is golden and black Extolling virtues of rap with monkeys riding my back I see them falling, doing commercials and balling I'm not a hater but she's closing the gate and we stalling Woke up in the early morning, I heard a voice That showed me the things to come and told me I had a choice To build it 300 cubits by 50 cubits Drinking, thinking, I'm stupid but deep in my heart I knew it Money and fame could lead to Emcee Murdah You think you can escape but you can't take it any further You call it writer's block but you stop 'cause the vine is empty Hip hop's not dead, it's really the mind of the Emcee It's all around me, it's Emcee Murdah, though God has found me I thought I heard the sound of a thousand angels It's the sound of danger, know myself but I'm still a stranger Emcee Murdah, Emcee Murdah, oh I'll be damned if I do and damned if I don't My soul won't allow me to fake on the phone Rocking the chrome, another seed gets sown Anonymous, I'm hailin' from parts that's unknown I looked to the heavens above to spread love But Emcee's keep faking hoping to make the bacon Matters mistaken, 'cause who we are is not physical Very mystical with the mind non typical but, they want the cash flow They steady scheming for the number one spot These emcees they won't last though I really feel somebody's watching me From the third the star and telling us who we are In this universe we like a speck of dust You can't expect to trust man is living for the lust Everybody wants the eye in the sky to come and save us But maybe, the planet itself will terminate us with the It's all around me, it's Emcee Murdah, though God has found me I thought I heard the sound of a thousand angels It's the sound of danger, know myself but I'm still a stranger Emcee Murdah, Emcee Murdah, oh It's all around me, it's Emcee Murdah, though God has found me I thought I heard the sound of a thousand angels It's the sound of danger, know myself but I'm still a stranger Emcee Murdah, Emcee Murdah, oh no, no no
Writer(s): Kevin Deron Brereton, Russell David Klyne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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