[MURS]Westcoast.... {whispering}Now I dont make mixtapes I dont care who didI make whole records make more than you did whos this?Mr. Buck 45 bout to trip on you suckas wavin rags aint never been cripsIts the Pic-o president motherfuckers know meI keep it O.G watchin episodes of O.CIm low-key blown up L.A grown upAll around the world they got both (bells thrown up ??)[Aesop]Hold up its a family of folksPoppin the mids with the smoke when youre brokeLighten the mood with the comical jokesDo it to the movement cause the music provokesSmooth shit you get used with the trueness thoughSome of you know livin their life stupidGot a lotta plans but they never gon do shitTil you get off your ass and try to make that music blastAnd make the ladies dance motivate your mindAdvance past the devilish plansThey got your life in they handsLivin it fast they tryin to take a chance with your soul[Hook]Only youth feels like this looks like thisThen you know its brand new[Bicasso]Makin my mind up breakin the line upShakin the fine whatever was takin your time upNiggas they rhyme but they aint making the A-teamThis legendary status seems truly amazingStocks and bonds formulated cant break it causeEight is enough but true funk we cant fake itDoes the word forever mean anything to youWell its whatever we do we stay forever brand new[The Grouch]Choppin it up flippin it what?Zippin it close hoes dont but your lip in itSinister style symphony rippin itFellas Ls please ladies put their hip in itThese folks got infinite jokesWhole rap careers from a templet hoaxSip without The Grouch involvedAint no spout in small streams ofSpit drip while Imma fountain off[Hook][Luckyiam]Im too cool for school bad news and dudeCocky with nothin to prove get in the grooveIm not impressed with the fools you jockI wrap circles round necks like a noose (??)They make threats but they run the copsIf I need security I find it on my block!I got a neighborhood watch you wont walk andNo this aint talk you best to not cross bitch![Eligh]On tap like a barback black Cadillac smooth intellectWhos on the next Star Trek with rack-mounted styles thatsPosted up in the studio the skyHeavens sent get hell bent off gideons side of your mindsKey to the city...Put on the end of my mission pull to attract(there is a new group ??) of citizensIn this art thats brand new yetOlder than iceberg slims view on how to make a little doughKneeding young ears into the perfect picture show[Hook][Sunspot]No holding back here we come as we journey to the sunWith mountains on the one like bubble boys stunDeep in trouble boy run like GhostfaceLegends run the placeHillary bring a new villain to the work called tasteSo absurd you fake all you do is hateHope the bridge dont breakCause every problem that you makeOnly pushes me further when Im gone Im goneTo where I dont give a fuck whos ridin...[Scarub]Down the road up the street around the corner and bendsAlong the coast of California where the sidewalk endsOver the county line under the bordersThrough the hole in the fence to reach you and your friends ladies...I make music like love and viceverse a night nurseWith the right words to push your buttonsLike a star 69 my might flirtsThey can feel it like the holy ghost through them tight skirtsOh man amen its like church bodies (?? put) togetherLike hands through our names you outburst like oh my godHoly shhhhh... Legends uhhh... it feels like this...

Baby its like good funWholesome and brightOld and youngTwilight or dayCan always behaveWorkin your play till its done[The Grouch]Attitudes shinin like diamonds or glowinIm knowinOpen chakras and all that its showinShe called back Im happy and I ate goodI got an eighth of that fungus gonna take it at the G&E Lake could...You roll that window down please?Share my brand new tunes with them inner town GsNowLets bring the west coast backVocals ? come away since backpacksAnd chasin them ratsBurnin incense stacksTurnin in them tracks to AmoebaA little cash for PETABefore I have my senoritaAnd she had her little feet upAnd we heat upBack seat of my beat up..Red AcuraAfter the cinema shotAnd Imma capture the feelWith my pen and then rock it for my friendsDrop gemsThoughts stem from my lifeAnd aint him[Hook]Baby its like good funWholesome and brightOld and youngTwilight or dayCan always behaveWorkin your play till its doneMusic to ears is like sun raysStories are told in tons of waysWe gon get boldWe gon get braveWe gon get wiser with age[Bicasso]Take a snap shotMental pictureIf you got thatCamera KodakKnow that time is stackin upOn they own backMemories I own thatActivities I didExposures as a kidExperience the love momma liveDaddy did tooMy little brother come now Jamal manI miss youThis world is a gift who..Ever would have thoughtThrough a crystal ball we ballinSee what I sawTravel places and spaces Ive been has been rawCan I say Milky Way and mean anything at all?This galaxy is a sail boatMotivate show and tellMade fun with this crew that I gotAll the puss thats been stabbedAnd the shows thats been rockedI made a little moneyBut I spend a lot moreCash flowI gotta keep this free movin freshWider swing lowTill that chariot comesSweet chariot comeAnd carried us awayWhen Im doneTake me to the sky view the sunIts beautiful {*echoes*}And we doin it for fun[Hook][MURS]Now I always been freeSome say doin meBut Ive been doin me wrongFor way to longI used to be a fiend for nicotineAlcohol Im gettin cleanDont gotta be wasted every time I hit the sceneTryin to have a good time whileBein straight lacedSo I can look into the mirror and not hate my faceFor damaging this tempoIve been blessed to be givenTryin to turn down this tempo on this mess that Im livinLike shadow boxin every time that we go and play a showI just dont knowIf Imma stay sober or if Imma go backTryin to get myself together while they gettin tore backBut a day at a timeIm gonna stay on my grindIts like double LDouble A on mindIf you see me with a drink gettin wild in the placeDont think less of me if theres a smile on my face[Hook][Scarub]Freshly dressed like fifty bucksI feel like a million bobbin and weavin in the sceneinFeelin so good dont wake me up if Im dreaminPositive vibes dont thrive like they used taOver the feelin when you livin the moment pushin plansAnd the motion feel like a good high dont it?Damn what a drag when people pull you in the pastWhen the present is so pleasantYo right here is where its atYo lifes a gamble like slot machinesGrab a hold take a standLet it take you for a spin expandYou dont give if you dont put inI dont know about youBut I aint got no choice but to winSee when youre gone youre leavin everythingGot jewels but theyre stones in the endCant take em home when youre blowin in the windGet your weight up under load light endsDrop hate for your life within {*echoes*}Legends did it again[Hook]

You bustedYou bustedShame on you(?) RAW!(I had seen you... what you was doin... you nasty BITCH!)[Luckyiam]Boo I know what you did last summerHooked up that fool in his dark grey HummerYall was on a Sunset Strip you was just so quickDidnt think nobody knew but I knew it yepYoud be on the under with your dirt extra work with your secretSee secretly aligned with the undergrounds elitestSo I held a little survey asked about her foreplayFive out of six homies knew about the whoringWe all touring these freaks keep on orbitingAbsorbing performing artists in the darknessAlluring and polished play innocent and honest (no)But the (novest?) professional erotic (band-aids?)My band played many a hot nightThe type where the drawls just fall off the top rightFools go new crews rollWhose next get sex but whose crew toldBUSTED...Talkin about here... I was talkin to her too...Talkin about she was...She got on the Hiero bus last time they was out here...[Eligh]Now if I ever had a reason to continue with the smokeThe stress relief you best believe of when the topic rollI rock and roll across the plains a tumbling tumbleweedWith dirt up in my veins I heard my nameAnd now the game its in effect I move my pieceThis bitch here is mineA rare pure design designated for my signResignating in your mindBut when they moving from behind they take my shineBut I strike back like empires with highed standardsTo root to loot to mate but its a sinTo fuck around with ten different dicks in the same family of menHere come the comedy again dont you know?Mouse be talking bout you when you goneClaim your personality just a pawn before the dawn has risenWomen come to talk and get the aharrrrrgChokin on your spit actually chokin on my spitI release on an amplified deviceNow that Ive been layed-off Im on the prowl so watch your ass (*whispered*)Man same old story...She over there talkin about she cool with Rhymesayers and Def Jux...She tryin to tell me her cousin is talkin to Aceyalone...[Aesop]Where yall folks been gone when the snowblowers beenLost in the wind having customers for friendsSpend a lotta time sellingWhile them other niggas dwellin on their rap careers never hittinHe didnt want that he rather be selling the dope sackHed never had no time to come out to write a rapAs long as them fiends kept spendin 50s 100sMore cash give him more assA little dough maybe and youll drop the price babyYes maybe not cause your boy was getting hotThey said the police watch himNow the streets talking aboutThe majority of his fans got Aesop Rock in the walkmanLiving a thugs lifeWith too much love for the white girlsControl over his world in the nightTrying to find the best priceAt the expense of the music and they moving in the rap rightsRap tight within the moneyAnd temptations fight for his soul in a night flight...And you know that aint right... yepDidnt know what the fuck he was doing (?)...Not makin no new songs...Lifes hard tryin to pay rent...CDs wasnt sellin next thing you know youre on the streets...Friends you know somebodys got the priceNext thing you know you tight you in you cant get out...

[Bicasso talkin]Yeah... ehem... we finally grown up nowLooking back from the halfway pointLooking forward tooStill doin these songs you know... dedicationsGoin out to our children all our nieces and nephewsFamily members and our loved onesPressin it on the plastic see how long it lastedForever and a day... look[Bicasso]You ever think about the sunrise and sunsets?Just another day of planets spinnin on its axisGravitational pulls the moon and the starsThe tides are afected and lives are connectedHow bold we are? As bold as loveBut only strong as our weakest link push to shoveHow many times we wasnt trippen off of it just becauseThe game was on you see that same old songWe havin family reunions now that someones goneIm looking at what Im doing like is something wrongCan I better myself for strength and health?And do the words that I say get played and someone felt?Touched do i think too much?If I make my momma proud well is that just enoughShe wont land me a family with lots of stuffI know that thats on me so I dont just emceeI move in artforms music niftilyYou could package me up and use it youll seeAnd when Im done put fire to flameLift my ashes to the ocean and cry my nameAfter Im gone[Hook1]After the love after the painAfter the tears after the changeTherell still be music and growthTherell still be power and hopeSo feel me therell still be people who know[Eligh]After my chapter is done so captured by sun rays mastered the one playAlways forget to run one way streets a forks in the road middle ground IEnded up with the glass thats half fullBlessed is every footprint that I chose to layYes its only right to say that I had my wayI could never complain using his name in vein(has worked??) for me then youTakin advantage of talent just to seek the truthBesides the fact that I was galant with my silver steed and gripAnd failed at my most important first relantionshipsAnd wailed at the moon on shrooms feelin doom then consumedBy my panoramic view of a ceramic world askewI then cracked the glass with the closed fist of hateAnd I tried to sit and wait in a meditative stateBut this gypsy had a soul of a wanderin kingWith two broken legs and two giant wings[Hook1][Hook2]After the struggle after the fearAfter the troubles after the dust is clearTherell still be fire and iceTherell still be death and life[Aesop]After the child let his soul releaseHis body and his mind finally found his sleepThose who loved him seen him dancin in the dreams they keepAnd heavens never close to the devils heatThough the fire burned deep within his essenceThe presence remain in his childrens frameStronger than his name man the game is blood flowThe best traits the passion the gustoLost all his bad things mostly the lust forMoney and his problem the open and trust thosePeople that he loved he watched the dust flowAshes to mother earth is where they must goJoin with God envelope within the beautifulMusic ever singing the hymnsHis family still feel him cause they singin to himGood that hes gone is how its seemin to himCause all the troubles in his family now thats seemin to himThe sin in his soul now thats seemin to themThe lineage he left helped his family to winA chance for the happiness to finally begin[Hook1][The Grouch]Legacy photographs memoriesThe best station me through my phonograph spin it pleaseConnecting dots all thoughts of a young manWhat do we have here love and strong manWere all journeymen have been and will beDollar dirty nah I was earthy filthyShow my people that way I hope they feel meIf I die today I got no regrets what is is still meMinus a shell Im in the wind in the treesLegends to be told like mythologyAnd if all of these seas gon wanna swallow you upIll be right next to God here to follow through with whatI was called for broke the law for saved it all forCried my eyes and moved my jaw forCall for my help and Im thereIf only through my spirit Im gone but still hereAfter Im gone...

[Verse 1 Sunspot Jonz]We come and bump bump bump b bump bump girlFuck Bush we run this worldLift up ya lighter boy?With N-O we gotcha boyAint no hurricane ever gonna stop us maneBarbequing on the roof rolling up a swisher dankSo lets start this party hereMy drinks Bacardi yeahOut in Hollywood I grew up in the Oakland hoodEating with the rats prayingGod would make it all goodThat didnt work so I had to do it on my ownCouldnt move bricks like my friends that were dead and goneThats a sucker role you were way too young to goBut growing up in the O you slang or you hustleThat buck duck d-duck duck downSwing not no punk punk BAM!Thats the way we doNever stop we gotta moveUnderground babyWe the reason why they booing youYe ye ye ye ye ye(repeat 3x)[Verse 2 Sunspot Jonz]Its the blunt J.R the bongRight girlDrop that now track that worldWide exclusive you talk while we do shitYou snob like MarthaYou acting like a prison bitchM.C jealousActing overzealousWe aint afraid to beOurselfRegardless what they tell usI was born into a losing situationMama hooked up on the drugsDaddys pimping conversation got his ass caught upMan its time to roll upNever knowing who you are nothing ever seems enoughI know here we go cold as EskimoIt was told the story of a princessSo spoiled so typicalShe would blow off love in her faceNever give the chance think above never stayedA generalization is trueYou dont know me but judge me fuck youAll thesePeople that be fakin we want the same thing but the stick be in their ass likeA popsicle ringYe ye ye ye ye ye (repeat 7x)

[Verse one]In my red dice ice cream jeans dont try meThey only compliment the style of this rhymin dudeIm designing a new way to move weightThat dont involve no coke just my musicAfter my due date Dues Paid Tuesday crews say Lucky even bumps in they hooptieIm a new day yall some old newsYour girls a groupie didnt know how to chooseOr didnt have a choice I use a better voiceA better song selection an antidote to makin noiseIm into breakin toys yall into fakin poiseConfidence not convinced dont believe your boysJust keep on bookin tours perform for empty floorsSell a couple thousand records press a thousand moreImpress a couple hundred fans so you can make em yoursIts like the Making Of The Band up in this underworld[Hook]Im not complaining Im explaining what you shouldnt doJust because you have ambition doesnt make it trueTrue indeed feed of this get inspiredThen inquire what you lack take my spot when I retireRap rapRap your little rapper hearts outEmo to thug hop aint no fast routesBig labels find it hard to make moneyHow you think you bout to blow off this underground dummy?[Verse Two]PleaseIf you was ready I would sign youOr Rhymesayers might even get behind youSend your CD to Definitive JuxAnd if they find your shit inventive then consider it luckIts the 10th year anniversary of my bunchBut Im thinkin Damn my rents due at the end of the monthWho wants to hunt slash haggle adventure callin up stores?Bothering the buyers tryin to make em pick up moreOr maybe hit the studio or rig another tourWith the average independents just a couple of moreMan the fans are so finicky with who they adoreAnd your Myspace music aint a foot in the doorIm an exceptional professional pessimistPlenty people got bad taste so theres a chance for your success in thisSo keep pressin itOr quit messin with the over saturation in the scene peep the evidence[Interlude] [Excerpt from the motion picture Half Baked]Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Youre cool. Fuck you Im out![Excerpt from the motion picture Spaceballs]How many assholes we got on this ship anyhow?(YO!)I knew it. Im surrounded by assholes[Hook]

[Verse One] [Eligh]Now with the cross of the company thats cloggin up your arteriesCholesterol but its speading so quickly. Sticky fingersGrabin the sharp end of a box cutter Leaving the blood of a soldier older wise and colderArena such a ray of our haters disintegrate. Atom bombs drop. Now they gon stopAs I pilot my palm on the boss holla my name in the shadows lookinThe nemesis better let the veteran head of you walk with the pastLast samurai. Deep sleep dab in my debonair divine mind to shatter your glass houseSo dont face grace. Straight lace with mace. Beautiful irritantOmnipotent crow crawlin around in your consciousRaising my wings start a tornado tearing your time tablesAble to fly without leaving the groundBred of the cries of a generation submitted to bitter bitlets of soundFuck your brontosaurus tearin up you townIm initiating an annul ticket to renaissanceIm scaling the tallest building to speak out my willing its a rockSegregated separated from weaker species of man kindIm that gypsy king one of the three keys to part the seasAbstract fellow hell of a song to sing[Verse Two] [Scarub]Crash your party like a rocket shipBack from the outer limitsBlack with a lot of lipA rock with your wonder mimic copIm amazing. My other side of three is in itBoy in the hood meets but head with some peoples in itHa ha so cool when I burn the leaf I plan to leave her aloneAlone leave her to learn to blaze this chrome with these ghetto combsTo either love me or leave me alone. Either orIts like a one night stand baby Im gone in the morningCame to give you what you wanted to bounce like a cometYou can jam in the morning you out or you inGypsy gang nah im sayin we just playin the trackOr playin with matches to see what catchesAnd what trusts with the names can prepare to be classicsLook Ma no hands. Now watch my magicTurn the world as we know it upside down like back flipsMy approach to life is like mike in mid flightTongue out I aint politeI pull off the unbelievable like close thats the bare nakedSuppose you could make now where would you take itStone cold with a jagged edgeI hurl myself across the universeSkip it like a lake of playTo put it down like a sledge hammer head sharkGod said let there be light Im as bright as the sun in the darkThey say we live a long barble time but that dont mean much to meIm from the people who stole their freedomAnd whatever you kill you keep so I keep a grip tight on the micIts a choking feeling like a choke holdThe more you fight the harder it is to breatheAnd we wont let go. You can heave and ho and take it gone. 3MG[Verse Three] [Murs]Another guitar loop from a bizarre troopDippin through your space like the infamous star groupsSee comets start streaking when the 3 start speakingCause we intergalactic over beats we be freakingEven in the Pleiades they fans of the 3 MCsKnown to travel light years just to buy CDsYou see them at the store and they wear a disguiseYou can tell theyre aliens by the look in their eyesEven they dont realize where they come fromFragile memories erased by a powerful sunEver feel out of place with no space to runWell look deep into the mirror cause you might be oneIm tryin to help you remember to the pace of a drumSo we can all fly home cause the time has comeEver feel out of place with no space to runThen return to your ships cause the time has come

[Verse One] [Pep Love]I certainly hadSuckers in servitudeWith sick sermonsIve been a serpent since I was a wee ladMy tongue was sharpRippin this shit from the startA buff brain and a humongous heartHow can I make this world a better place?With the words comin outta my face if its some fake shit?How can I reach my peeps if Im rhymin over beats thats weakAnd my songs aint unique?So from the beginnin my instinctWas to have a style that was distinct and in syncTo the beat of the brink of eruptionI think I think too muchSo I water the page with inkIncredible art formWrought from the part of my thoughtsThat shake concepts and start stormsI graduated from broke four tracks and ear phonesWith the short in the wire makin these here songsI swell em when Im in my elementYou better tell emMy flows sexyElegant bringin the rebellionHip hops the cure to the ailmentIve been waitin to unveil hits for our further development[Pep Love talking]And it dont quit. And it dont stop. Uh huh yeah. And it dont quitAnd it dont stop. Uh huh[Verse Two] [Sunspot Jonz]Peep peepIn other countriesHostin TV showsClear my toesOn sandy beaches makin doeOff of throwinOur own shows worldwideShow me the moneyIf you want a tourI think backThree or four years ago doin shows to pay the electricity billStillBroke livin off a taco truckMy realFolks was the peopleThat I starved withFuck the bullshitI put a beadie butt in a bong if the weeds all goneMakin songs at the house if a beats onWhile we smokinSomebody starts freestylinAnd grabs the brokenMicrophoneBustin raps on the four track till the whole pack spitSometimes endin up with nine minute songs and shitYou know how it get now you feelin it[Verse Three] [Luckyiam.PSC]I only write when the beats onI guess its wrongI leave it to the track to dictate the songTopicView from the inner opticPlug in the sockets to energize the loose leafBoth sides of my sheet is never neat chiefCrossed out lines and rhymes I would never useIm a picky dudeDues been paid since the last time Snoop had his fadeTell promoters +Its A G Thang+Like they dont knowWe rip it everywhere that we goBitch pleaseYou dealin with some underground O.G.sInternal rippersIts the microphone tripper

[Verse One Prevail]For the love of it all I suffered the fallFrom golden halls to closed in wallsFoes and those clothed in shawlsWith eyes that glow defy the crowMy ancient interpretation’s a showA convict on Diamond RowThe field of ice heals the laboratory micePhysically cylinder breaks won’t sufficeThe compact zone reforms your whole lifeOracles that boost the concept of the iceWe only dwell among those that wave the fire signEngravings in caves are what turn those men blindIt’s a line between what you believe and what you feelThe suckas never talk because we cut their guts with steelI stay away from those I play until the breaker blowsIt’s your fate to have to take your breath in intervalsThe great and invincible we instate the criticalOld work and new work congress and citadelIt will kill more people than they expectBecause blood and revolt go hand in neckAnd that’s the truth[Chorus]We could get torn from limb to limbWe could get torn from limb to limbMan you crazy thinking you can faze me[Crosstalk Oh Yo]We could get torn from limb to limb[Crosstalk Yo man you fucking wild’n out]Man you crazy thinking you can faze me[Crosstalk][Verse Two Mad Child]Fuck that little kid in the front row when I was on stageTalking about let’s hear Mad Child start freestylingAnd fuck them kids from the islandJust ‘cuz I was drunk outside of a clubArguing with my ex-girlfriend straight fucking wild’nWhy you think they call me Mad Child ‘cuz I’m always smilingI’m a violent sentence stylist still bred to annihilateBackpack and a bus pass to give you the right to violateI already did that shit shoplifting for kicksBombing tagging with my friends back in 1986But one day we all new we wanted and brand new Mercedes and shitDidn’t talk amongst ourselves like a bunch of young ladies with dicksDon’t try to tell me nothing about Hip-Hop and virtuesRock Steady representative you’ve just entered the circleOf underground kings that could hurt you (break it down)‘Cuz you worthless you bitches serve no purposeTalk behind my back but when I’m ‘round it makes you nervous (fuck that)‘Cuz I grew up with gangsters drug lords and curb surfersAnd still kept depth and substance in my versesSay one more fucking word I guarantee i’ll take this further[Chorus Fade Out]We could get torn from limb to limbWe could get torn from limb to limbMan you crazy thinking you can faze meWe could get torn from limb to limb

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