Murs Living Legends my crew We rule the world, bitch What? What? What? What? Respect this Mid City nigga to the utmost An up close and personal view At the world's most controversial crew Reversin' the do's and don'ts, the industry's cans and won'ts Take a chance and hope that you can come this fresh You wouldn't walk around so hurt If you didn't have your heart on your chest So here, tuck it in, the pain: suck it in Like the mother of two brothers born nine months apart You looked up, you're fucked again Learn from your mistakes Discern which ones to take or burn within the midst of the baby Not me, you see I started off breakin' out of the eyes of a snake Stepped up to the plate with deadly intent Murs guaranteed to make riders drop they pens like sprint And remain, the nigga to be seen like a feminist scent What? Like the scent of a woman It goes one at a time Thankin' everybody down since we started our climb It goes one at a time Enlighten all these rappers who just can't rhyme It goes one at a time 3:16, the year before 1979 It goes one at a time Rockin' promo zip coder now below one-nine I bust them raps you just couldn't, just wouldn't sound right Comin' out them loose lips with somethin' this tight This mic, and every one I bless is sacred Place it in the Smithsonian I write words like weed in that they only hit when in direct contact with heat But on the real, fuck a beat My thoughts alone boil concrete So that means, son, you standin' on shaky ground Watch me take your whole block in a meltdown Just for you tryna take my crown Oh, you wasn't up on game, allow me to break it down I have twenty-six-hundred styles but eight bit Not tryna be on no hate shit I came twice as hard and brought it back to the genesis Only to be copied by my arch-nemesis Who claimed he was super, I doubled up again At 32, and he still couldn't see me, put it out on CD And got major rotation But the others seem to want more play on the stations So they bit my latest edition One even made a name for hisself, based on the way I rhyme We started competition I had him in submission but just to make sure I hit him twice as hard and bought it back to 64 It goes one at a time The Legends take the field while you ridin' around It goes one at a time These beadies that I'm smokin' 'til my strength decline It goes one at a time These boobies, that'll stop it 'cause they pay me no mind It goes one at a time Just the ones who ignored me 'til I started to rhyme The extra extras on some shit, never get you the whole story Neither or repeatin' the same questions, just like your name was N.O.R.E. (What? What?) Make some so dope, the cleanest nigga on the mic If there was no soap, give competition a shakes like your favourite MC With no coke Them niggas natural funny style like Chris Tucker with no jokes Shady as a front page story with no quotes There is no hope, you better off tryna cross a sea of quicksand In a fuckin' rowboat These niggas tryna be hard, couldn't be a G with ten notes Me and my cohorts stay focused on success Like a high school with no sport, violate niggas Takin' a long tour, own his like a lamb with no courts Your style about original as an album called "Born to Pimp" by a nigga named Mo' Short, what? It go one at a time If you didn't quite catch it, go ahead, rewind It goes one at a time If you dud the last one better buy it this time We go one, and one And one, and one, and one to the two Go one, two Uhhh What? Take it back, take it back