Murs for President Album

Artist(s): Murs

Cover Art

Murs Murs for President Cover Art

Tracklist

Intro

length: 1:48
producer: Wild Animals
vocal: Murs
mixer: Wild Animals
recording engineer: Victor Manzano
keyboard: Justin Keitt
additional: Evan Eneman and Shvona Lavette
composer: Nick Carter, Ted Chung

What up though
It's Murs, 9th Wonder
Murs 3:16, the 9th Edition
Shut your fat mouth, and listen

[Verse 1]
Anticipation got the deck stacked against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good to them punk fans
When I'm still so hood, so good it's ridiculous, still iniculous
That means three times doper than your favorite mc riding round with a chauffeur
These *****s need Jesus, **** it, *****s need Oprah
All this killing and this pimping and these foul ways of living
See, everyone's forgetting that the struggle's not over
I got sober, then got drunk again
Got my boy from Carolina, picked up the pen
Threw my nuts on the finish line, I +cum+ to win
While you nothin' to lose, I'll shake you out your shoes
with ease, with moves parallel to those and other three
Couldn't wait for George to make the new Star Wars scene
So I made my own episode 3:16
To answer all the rumors that been shooting through your group
Yes 9th really does make these beats on Fruity Loops
But what does that matter?, this is more than music
By buying this disc you have bought into a movement
Not a revolutionary, nothing but the truth I carry
change if you want to change, that karma is for you to carry
All I'm trying to do is lighten your load
So in between I'm getting faded, some of y'all getting blowed
But I couldn't fall off and lose sight of my goals
So I got sober, got drunk again
Murs 3:16, let the fun begin

I'm Innocent

length: 3:54
producer: 9th Wonder
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
engineer: Aaron Dahl
recording engineer: Calvin Bailiff
composer: General Johnson, Greg Perry, Nick Carter, Angelo Bond, 9th Wonder
What up dog? It's Murson
It seems like nobody's trying man
There's kids dying in Sudan and nobody cares man
At least I'm trying, man
Look, don't ever let the fact that you can't be perfect
Stop you from doing your best 'Murs for President'

Unless we try the innocent'll die
You can't close your eyes, keep living in a lie
Look, we not helpless, we not hopeless
Said a prayer for the homie whose locked up and wrote this

He got to get out and change his ways
While I'm looking for a way to explain these days
It's trying time so I'm trying to rhyme
But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah

Look, I'm dying to be different, down to die to make a difference
Music for the movement with a message, uplifting
Went from set trippin' to trips around the world
Opportunities are oysters, you might find a pearl

You can't be scared to take that chance
'cause if you rather knock twice then you're late for the dance
You gotta move with urgency, assert with certainty
Ask me if I'm set to serve, I say, certainly

Higher than the kite, I'm high off life
At the height of my career, a high priest on mikes
I'm anti thug and anti drugs
Brought peace to the party and got anti love

But haters so antiquated, I anticipated
Accepted it internally at night interpolated
He chopped it up and laid it in a session and then he played it
I wrote, recorded to it, now look what we created

A hot mess, I'm hot off the press
You yesterday's news, dude, you just not fresh
You cold coffee, you wet cigarettes
I'm a shot of Espresso and hot morning sex

Early to rise and the last to fall
The best thing for black youths is the basketball
Word to Kurtis Blow, you gotta know the breaks
And if you don't know your history, I know your fate

Uh, look, been here a minute, be around a while longer
Every rhyme invented, my style got stronger
Grayskull Powers when I spray soul showers
While you battle rap cats, just lay low cowards

Oh, you mad 'cause I'm stylin' on you
Love songs one minute, then I'm whilin' on you
That's the pain, you gotta love and appreciate
I'm a bad man, you silly girls need to get it straight

Hah, small guys, denying this is my world
Your girlfriend call herself a dark skinned, white girl
Got a nice beat, man, come on
He hear me in the sample before he even through the drum on

Run on sentence, I'm the best period
He pull the track out, I'll black out I'm not hearing it
Nada, nothing, the negative zone
And if you can't do better, you should let it alone, hah

I want it more than you, I want it, I want it right now
I'm wanted in 48 statees for this thou
It's sicker than a syringe that's streamlined with strychnine
Vegan diet, healthy heart and soul with a sick mind

Inclined to flip split minds when I spit rhymes
So go ahead kick yours and hope I don't kick mine
A 50 yard line against the wind through the uprights
While you just choke and can't win 'cause you uptight

Hah, he came to the game with two emcees
Back when people said you can't make beats on PCs
Internet haters, major labels be damned
Soon produced the full blown threat for the man

Now his phone blowin' up, he can't hold it in his hand
A few months back them fools didn't understand
I was Mary J and Erica, Jean Grey, etc
But the name's 9th Wonder and he crushing all competitors

I cross train, toss brain fuel on hot tracks
Burn in intelligent infernos, you got that?
I speak clear like the sample is in triplicates
Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this

Insane, inspired, insider street analyst
Questioning authority who don't know what the answer is
The voice is proof the choice of the youth
Forensic evidence say the boy is the truth

Lookin' Fly

producer: Keith Harris
vocal: will.i.am and Murs
mixer: Dylan Dresdow
recording engineer: Padraic Kerin
co-producer: will.i.am
assistant engineer: Sebastien Nova and Steven Mudd
composer: Keith Harris, Nick Carter, Billy May, will.i.am
Fly like a condor, fly like a eagle, fly in an 85' candy painted Regal, fly lie a dove, I come from up above, I'm rappin' on the mic and you can call me Murs Love. I run this house, I'm dumbin' out, I can make your girl come keep my tongue in my mouth {WHOA}, I'm that cold with it, 23 below with it, snow ball effect I suggest that ya'll roll with it. It's gettin' bigger man, it's a movement, it's called the President I'm a show you how to do it {watch}. You put your tie on, get your fly on, she say D.J. he play my song. Long time comin', but I been runnin', hands underground like Harriet Tubman, never been thuggin' ya'll *****s buggin', there's too many fine *** women in this club.

I'm lookin' fly ooo I'm 'bout to spread my wings [x6]
Watch a ***** spread his wings

{I'm lookin fly} like zero gravity, laid back everything flow to me naturally, {ha ha} yep like that girl you tried to mac to, I applied my G-force and she flew right past you. Didn't think that she would do that, now you hatin' on me at the bar, askin' "who that? ", rock star my hair out of control, you just another rapper dude playin' a roll. I'm eclectic, eccentric, thrift store expensive. You just want to mention you ain't this extensive. Limited. your world is this big, you ain't left your block since you were a little kid. You wanna see the world your girl wanna live, I grabbed her hand lead her to the floor and we gigged, spread my wings like André Hicks, gettin' play on both coasts like the L.A. Knicks.

I'm lookin' fly ooo I'm 'bout to spread my wings [x6]
Watch a ***** spread his wings

Lookin' fly like Delta, fly like Continental, known to take flight on a fly instrumental, fly super fly I leap over skyscrapers, write fly rhymes on sheets of fly paper. Peter Pan fly you never seen a man fly think happy thoughts while you just fly stand by. I flew all around the world but you can't be a fly dude with out a fly girl. {Ya'll really need to step ya'll female game up. Forget your diamonds} My Brazilin she worth a few million, beauty and brains might let her have my children, walked in the buildin' treated like a villain, 'cause my light skin cute thing from Crenshaw killed 'em. I shut it down man please, you ain't never seen a Asian girl with natural D's, {Look at her}, {See my Philippino, my Pinay, my mahal My Manila on the dance floor havin' a ball.

The Science

length: 4:56
producer: Scoop DeVille
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
engineer: Aaron Dahl
recording engineer: Kosta Elchev
additional producer: DJ Quik
flute: Sukari Reid-Glenn
turntable: DJ Quik
bass guitar: Robert “Bubby” Lewis
composer: Nick Carter, Scoop DeVille
So I'm at the barbershop
And we talking about this new generation of hip-hop
And how, how lost you all are man
But y'all have no science
So here you go

The systematic knowledge of the physical world
Gained through observation and experimentation
Usually beginning with a hypothesis
Or what some may call an estimation
Record your results from a series of tests
And what your left with is a theory at best

Now let me give my hypothesis, an educated guess
On why my people on the whole seem to be such a mess

Genocide, the deliberate extermination of a race, culture, or an entire nation
Centuries ago they brought us here on a boat
Enslaved us, beat us til our spirit was broke
Then they gave us freedom and a little bit of hope
Then they killed our leaders and they gave us dope (crack)
From the C.I.A. by way of Nicaragua, shipped to Rick Ross, he’s the black godfather
Now Oscar Blandon was his known supplier, he snitched on Rick so he could retire
Ratted on Ricky so he got out quickly, now this is where the situation gets a little sticky

Not a citizen of the U.S.A. he got released and got hired by the D.E.A.
Then he got his green card by the I.N.S.
But that should’ve never happened due to previous arrests
See our government seems to think that there’s a difference
Between powdered cocaine and crack, for instance
You get five years for five grams of crack
But in the powdered form you have a hundred times that
Now who has the rock, and who has the powder?
Who’s the oppressed and who has the power?
They want you to fail so you wind up in jail
You know how much they make while you sitti'n in that cell?
Billions of dollars for inmate facilities
You sell yourself back into slavery willingly
It's not black and white, it’s so much more
It’s the rich stayin rich and the poor stayin poor
The poor white’s meth, the poor black’s crack
It’s not about race and once you realize that, we as a nation are free to move on
And become one people, a movement, strong

Now black people weren't the first to be enslaved
We were just the first to be treated this way
No education you were killed if you could read
So you hid your intellect if you wanted to succeed
And what happens to a lie when you livin' it
You lose sight of who you are and start forgettin' it
So many of us to this day act ignorant
A mere shadow of our former magnificence
Wellfare
No independence we become victims dependin' on the system
Looking for a handout waiting on some help
Toiling on the past feeling sorry for your self
But you do what you can to make it out the trap
And that right there is the origin of rap
It wasn't always played on every radio station
It was us makin the best out of a bad situation
Inner city schools stopped teaching us instruments
We took turntables and started flippin' it
Stole electricity from the street lights
Plugged it into a system and made the beat hype
There was a mic but MC's weren't rulin'
It was more 'bout what the DJ was doin'
He say a few words (GO GO) to keep the party movin'
The beat boys dancin' to the breaks and the grooves
An the break was the part where the record broke down
Where it was just a drum and a couple of sounds
You had two records you could go back and forth
To keep the groove goin' cause the break was so short

Now if that aint' science I don't know what is
The ingenuity of these young black kids
The Bronx New York Central Recita
Kool Herc earth hip-hop true believers
(Theory) Adversity produces opportunity
Anythings accomplished through strength and unity
The fate of the world is in the hip-hop commuity
The revolution is here and now with you and me

Can It Be (Half a Million Dollars and 18 Months Later)

length: 3:43
producer: Scoop DeVille
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
engineer: Aaron Dahl
recording engineer: Kosta Elchev
composer: Leon Ware, Nick Carter, Arthur “T‐Boy” Ross, Scoop DeVille
It's been two years, man
Of, of, of waitin'
Man

[Michael Jackson:] "Can it be I stayed away too long"

[Murs:]
From my supporters and my fans, man, I know y'all been waitin'
Now it's finally here and
Thank you for your patience
The world's gone crazy
Since we last spoke
Bloodshed and war
The absence of hope
Shootin' after school
Economy's a joke
Homies on heroine
Homies on coke
But can you even blame 'em when they only tryin' to cope (Damn)
"Can it be I stayed away too long"
All these rappers wanna talk about is guns and dope
Don't they realize, we all at the end of our rope
The future all depends on the power of our quotes
The power of a pen
The power of a vote
The power of your words
The power of your voice
The power of America's the freedom of choice
We choose to do nothin'
We lose and we sufferin'
"Can it be"
That it's time to do somethin'
It's not socialism
It's not communism
It's lovin' each other, realize there's no difference
It's positive movement
Gradual improvement
When no one else does
Believe you can do it
My heart is a speaker
I bleed this music
The beat's in my blood
I must transfuse it
If it wasn't for this
Yeah, I just might lose it (Damn)
"Can it be I stayed away too long"
My god daughters Nadia, Simone
Diana know when not, our father's ever comin' home
Claim by the streets with them other war zone
Tears in my eyes as I'm writin' this song
Mommy workin' two jobs, tryin' to do it on her own
No matter where I go
Or how far I roam
Know that I love and you'll never be alone
"Can it be" Damn, y'all so grown

[Murs:]
And a, and a wise man told me, man, like ("You don't have to worry cause I'm coming")
Life is like a table
Full of like glasses of water ("Back to where I should have always stayed")
And your job is to keep 'em all full
You know what I'm sayin'
So everyone's happy ("And now, I've heard the maybe to your story")
But
At the same time, you gotta keep your pitcher full of water
So you could fill everybody else up ("And it's enough love")
And it's like ("For me to stay")
Damn!

"Can it be I stayed away too long"

[Murs:]
From the independent hip hop scene
Now they talkin' like
How I'm not a hip hop fiend
Needle in my arm, can't they see I'm O.D.'in
You'll never take the strife from this triple O.G. in
I blaze trails
Created festivals
Lost fifty G's on Paid Dues, is that acceptable
What? I'm not down for the cause
"Can it be" (Hold on, Mike) I'm a need a few bars
I could've done the Nas and scream, "Hip Hop Is Dead"
I got up off my *** and I did somethin' instead
Signed with the devil, brought the scene up a level
Killed the beast from within, I'm a born again rebel
Tryin' to save the youth
From the way of the gun
And if I only save one, then my job is done
So you can say what you will, but you should judge me none
"Can it be I stayed away too long"
From my God, from my faith, as I move place to place
Times I thought, "If I could just die, it'd be great"
Drop on the spot, man, I didn't even care
I stopped talkin' to you, I stopped sayin' prayers
Numb from the liquor and the anti-depressants
Pressure from the label, studio stressin'
Almost lost my passion to persue this profession
"Can it be I stayed away too long"
From myself, from my soul, when I'm out on the road
I give so much shout to these kids, I don't know
I thought I lost you, with no one to talk to
But you're the one that open up these doors that I walk through
I can't fault you, only forgive you
I'm the only one that seen the pain that you been through
The drama, the struggle that built all your issues
"Can it be I stayed away too long"

[Murs:]
The drama, the struggle, that built all these issues
Is all just to make sure they never forget you

[Michael Jackson:]
"Did I leave your mind when I was gone
It's not my thing trying to get back
But this time, let me tell you where I'm at"

Everything

length: 3:35
producer: LT Moe
vocal: Murs
recording engineer: Kosta Elchev
composer: James Blunt, Nick Carter, Eg White, Todd Moore
1, 2

She was only 15 and loved R-N-B
She had to have vision cause she saw the star in me
Encouraged me to write about the drama in my life
To most I seemed strange like something wasn't right
I used to fall a victim to the lunchroom comedians
Something like an outcast, started smoking weed and then
I sort of fell in to my own
Kind of felt at home when behind a microphone
But on the bus ride home, that didn't mean a thing
Harassed by thugs, on the corners they would hang
I got banged on, I got beat down
Carrying the golf club, walking up the street now
They respect me, they call me crazy
At least I'm not getting punk'd out on the Daily
And when I look back, I wouldn't change a thing you know
Why d'you think I found this trip, I'm speakin' to y'all

[Chorus]
I'll take everything
(your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies)
Um, um, um, in this life, I'll join everyone,
(from the old and the wise to the young as they fly, fly, fly, fly)
When I die

God is love, then Hatin' is Satan
This anti-patience has got me sittin' here waitin'
For the day when it's OK to love
When black men won't pretend they're thugs
When teachers and doctors are treated like celebrities
You could get a job even if you got a felony
Check out my melody, let's live in harmony
We're in this together, no man has a conomy
No man is an island, immune to the violence
This rap race is no place to raise a child in
What's wrong with smiling? What's wrong with peace?
What's wrong is squashing people before they label you deceased?
Swallow your pride before you choke on your issues
I know you got family and folks that'll miss you
So don't misuse this gift you've been given
This life's but a dream, you're blessed to be livin'

I'll take everything,
(your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies, lies, lies, lies)
Um, um, um, in this life, I'll join everything
(from the old and the wise to the young as they fly, as they fly, fly, fly)
When I die

Basically man, I'm just a dude that tries to do right.
You know, I try to make my, my tomorrows better than my yesterdays.
Without, without hurting anyone else in the process.
Cause if you leave the world a better place than it was when you got here
Then we all win, we all win!

That is birth and is death but the space in between
Is where the journey takes place and you give it all meaning
It's waitin' on us all.
There's no need to pretend
No freedom in the feeling where you're fearin' the end
All good things come to it.
Walk, don't run to it
Times you want to end it all yourself, don't do it.
Be original, be different
Be the one that stands up and shuts this system!

I'll take everything,
(your hopes and your dreams and your hate and your lies, lies, lies, lies)
Um, um, um, in this life
I'll join everyone
(from the old and the wise to the young as they fly, as they fly, fly, fly)
When I die

I'll take everything
Um, um, um, in this life
I'll join everything
Cause old men die

Road Is My Religion

length: 4:14
producer: Mr. Khaliyl
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
recording engineer: Christopher Avery
assistant engineer: Aaron Dahl
composer: Nick Carter, Acklins Dillon
[Intro:]
Yeah, and this one right here is dedicated to all the road warriors
To everybody who got to go out on the road every year to make they money
The spring and the fall. The 45 city tours
We in Idaho one night and Portland, Oregon the next day
Up in Anchorage Alaska and then Australia for three weeks
It's like this...

[Verse 1:]
I got my bags packed
Backpack sittin' by the front door
Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers
The stuff that you need when you're out on tour
Home for one month then gone for two more
I'm a rolling stone that's gathering green
Cause my poems is known for packin' in teens
And from
Show to show I'm glad to be seen
But my home is home I'll lackin' that steam
But on the real
I got some bills to pay
My cable just got shut off the other day
Voicemail, got a million messages to play
Homies and the haters got a whole lot to say
And oh, I just love it because my life's so public
My business is in the streets and they think nothing of it
And no I'm not complainin'
I'm a keep campaignin'
Till I reach my goal or I go insane

[Chorus: x2]
The road is my religion
I'm a keep on sinnin'
Hope to God I'm forgiven for the way that I'm livin'
The woes and the women and the wheels keep spinnin'
Still I won't be forgiven for the way that I'm livin'

[Verse 2:]
I'm on a Delta Continental American flight
And I won't be long so you know I pack light
But still I might miss and the way that I kiss you
Gotta know that I love you cause I left my heart with you
The night before I leave for a couple of weeks
Hear you cryin' in your sleep
Taste the tears on your cheek
It's sweet but it's bitter
The emotion that it triggers
Makes me miss my woman and her home cooked dinner
I wish I never had to leave
Perform for these crowds with my heart on my sleeve
But you still believe
And they say you naive
So I gotta keep the faith with every breath that I breathe
It needs to be said that it's just not easy
Every night different city, different women want to please me
I keep it true and I walk on through
Say my prayers and go to sleep after talkin' to you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Standin' at the truck stop watchin' this
Redneck truck drivers look at me and spit
I'm like
This is it?
This is the life that I chose?
A hundred days at home
Two hundred days on the road
But I guess I'm addicted
Because I really start to miss it
Don't know what I'm chasin' but I know I gotta get it
It ain't about fame or a couple of dames
Or a million different faces with a thousand different names
It ain't about praise or the hands being raised
To me it just a job and I'm glad that it pays
And when the road starts to call in the spring and the fall
If I don't holla back then my skin starts to crawl
And when I get that itch I gotta pack my bags
Dress up or go home
Hotels and jet lag
Can't lose my religion cause it's all that I have
I keep runnin' worldwide till I run out of gas

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
I'm so so sorry. To each and every girl I didn't call back
After we spent the night together. But you're beautiful
I love you. Man, you don't know about me. Mr. Dibbs!

Sooo Comfortable

length: 5:03
producer: Josef Leimberg
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
engineer: Aaron Dahl
recording engineer: Christopher Avery
additional: Kokane
composer: Nick Carter, Josef Leimberg

Time Is Now

length: 4:56
producer: Terrace Martin
vocal: Murs and Snoop Dogg
mixer: DJ Quik
recording engineer: Terrace Martin and Chris Jackson
additional keyboard: Uncle Chucc
additional: LaToiya Williams
composer: Calvin Broadus, Nick Carter, Uncle Chucc, Terrace Martin

[Intro]
Yes, yes, yes, yes! We have our A-selection, featuring our brother Murs, featuring, featuring Miss Latoiya Williams, featuring, featuring, featuring big Snoop Dogg, produced by Niggarachi. Niggarachi! Entitled the "Time Is Now"!

[Hook: Latoiya Williams]
Time is now, it's going down, in my town, time is now
Cause it's going down! (In my town, right now!)
Right now!

[Verse 1: Murs]
Look, not now, but right now, it's time to change the game
A new style, something different, you know, uplifting
New sound from the West that we all can get with it
The Pacific to be specific
Ain't another rapper on the whole coast this gifted
Missed the magic, aristocratic, yeah, automatic, yeah
Systematic, look, my grey anatomy bust through they academy
Crushed the main frame, it changed the game radically
Move with such agilely, crews to try to battle me
Totally tear washing their teeths, another tragedy
Never has the game seen such savagery
The audacity, all of these rappers mad at me
Rising so rapidly, I defy gravity
Next up is Dogg, I thank y'all for having me!

[Hook: Latoiya Williams]
Time is now, it's going down, in my town, time is now
Cause it's going down! (In my town, right now!)
Right now!

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
(Ride, ride!)
Yeah, yeah, we like to float and ride
Smoke when they lock, the homie got the rope and they glide
They see us like smoke when they rot
Huntin' rappers and they hoping they hot
Gang bangers, yeah, they local in they block
Low riders, yeah, stroke and they high
College brains, yeah, they smoke on they pot
'Till it's old gang cold, and it's meant to be sold
Stay tuned 'till the next episode, when we ride and roll
If he fake, he foe, if he real let the story be told
In a land where you will be exposed
OGs, hood rats, and the punk po-pos
Hard to grab fo' toes, and dip low lows
Ride slow with the top pulled back
Pulling on some of that, sippin' on some 'yac
Stars with the Mars, splurges with Murs
Blank out and make out
Stay way up, cause it's about to go down, for real

[Hook: Latoiya Williams]
Time is now, it's going down, in my town, time is now
Cause it's going down! (In my town, right now!)
Right now!

[Verse 3: Murs]
I heard Jim Brown got the OGs talking peace
Life without beef on these LA streets
Something I thought was beyond belief
Sunday, ain't nobody tripping at the beach
Nine deuce troops and what happened to the movement
And you drive-by shooting, nigga, what is y'all doing?
We gotta get up and change the dial
The time is here, the time is now, yeah

[Hook: Latoiya Williams]
Time is now, it's going down, in my town, time is now
Cause it's going down! (In my town, right now!)
Right now!

[Interlude: Snoop Dogg]
You're listening to the beautiful sounds of Latoiya Williams, and my main man Murs, featuring Snoop D-O double G, it's going down, produced by Niggarachi

[Outro: Latoiya Williams]
Time is now, it's going down, in my town, time is now
Cause it's going down! (In my town, right now!)
Right now! (Now!) Right now (Now!) Right now (Now!)

Think You Know Me

length: 4:01
producer: Nottz
vocal: Murs
background vocals: Latonya Givens
additional: Khizman
composer: Freddie Gorman, Nick Carter, Henry "Hank" Dixon, Walter Gaines, C.P. Spencer, Vernon Ricks, Nottz
You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong

All blue chuck taylors, blue Dodger hat
85 Regal, my daughter in the back
I'm just a gangsta to most of y'all
On the real we're just hanging on the way to the mall
Weekdays I'm an RN down at Kaiser
Weekends at church I'm a youth adviser
Just because I'm doing good I can't forget my roots
I can never feel right in a tie and suit
501s and a plain white tee
I stay gettin' stopped by the LAPD
That's just life growin' up in south central
I been done move,but it's not that simple
I gotta come back,my grandmomma there
Sometimes it's drama, but I really don't care
It's my neighborhood and I love it
Showin' all the little homies you can rise above it

You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong

You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong

All red chuck taylors, red Dodger hat
Posted up at market with a bottle of yak
I'm just a gangsta, that's what they say
But on the real homeboy I just had a bad day
Ten interviews, no call backs
PO askin' me where my job at
I'm an ex-con that's almost useless
I'm a felon, don't mean that I'm stupid
Got caught up, tried as an adult
Lost five years of my life as a result (real talk)
In the feds I prayed and I read
Anything to keep the system up out my head
I read Zinn, Young, Bukowski
You really don't know a damn thing about me
I probably gotta higher IQ than you
These jobs ain't hiring, what should I do

You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong

You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong

All black dickies, black Cortez
White wife beater, a fresh shaved head
I'm just a gangsta,that's what you thinkin'
You see me in the crew, posted up by Lincoln
You see my tattoos, you figure why bother?
Really I'm an artist and I got my own parlor
Hard workin' father,wife and two daughters
Strugglin',trying to keep our heads above water
I'm a tax payer,I'm bilingual
I'm chicano,I'm not an illegal (I was born here)
Tryin' to live your American dream
But you keep judging me about how I wear my jeans
They're 42s,they starched and they creased
I got a education, I got proper speech
I'm from the streets,I'm not less of a man
Just trying to get by and do the best that I can

You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong

You might think that you know me
You know where I'm coming from
You might think everything's all good
But at the end of the day you're all wrong

Me and This Jawn

length: 3:58
producer: Nottz
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
engineer: Aaron Dahl
recording engineer: Christopher Avery
composer: Ernie Isley, Nick Carter, Rudolph Isley, O’Kelly Isley, Jr., Marvin Isley, Chris Jasper, Ronald Isley, Nottz
Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong
Never did I think that we would make it this long
But it feels so right that it can't be wrong

Now we all grown, made a house to a home
Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone
All we been through, I can't leave you alone
Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong

I met you on valentine's through a pal of mine
I knew he liked you but he was outta line
I was nerdy actin', yeah, I was dirty mackin'
Said my piece then waited on your reaction

You said yes, I guess out of pity
Had me hella happy, I was skip around my city
She really likes me, I call right away
You waited 50 hours, I counted night and day

Once we talked I knew you were different
I had my work cut out for me from the beginning
I played Luther, all types of lullabies
I wrote you crazy poetry, competing with them other guys

I made you mix tapes, I wanted the exclusive
Playin' hard to get, so elusive
It wasn't love at first sight but I made you love me
Know you couldn't be happier that you gave it to me

Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong
Never did I think that we would make it this long
But it feels so right that it can't be wrong

Now we all grown, made a house to a home
Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone
All we been through, I can't leave you alone
Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong

I must have my females crossed
'Cause if you ain't the one then, baby, I'm lost
Picked you up and cut the other girls off
Now it's me and you against the world at any cost

I said I must have my females crossed
'Cause if you ain't the one then, baby, I'm lost
Picked you up and cut the other girls off
Now it's me and you against the world at any cost

I walked on the wild side for ya
The boys on the block used to chase you round the corna
Claimin' some gang, I didn't care which
They was just mad, you wasn't they chick

We had a lotta, we had a few fights
But it was all done at the end of every night
We hit the boardwalk under the pier
Underneath full moons I would whisper in your ear

You're my sweetheart, girl, you're my everything
Worked two jobs just to get you this wedding ring
I haven't gave it to ya, I'm tryin' to save till ya
Least expect it and make it something major for ya

You're the best thing to happen in my life
Now it's time for you to get it crackin' as my wife
Beauty and brains, the package so right
Plus it don't hurt, you give me action every night

Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong
Never did I think that we would make it this long
But it feels so right that it can't be wrong

Now we all grown, made a house to a home
Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone
All we been through, I can't leave you alone
Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong

Me and this Jawn gotta thing goin' on
So many years it's been goin' so strong
Never did I think that we would make it this long
But it feels so right that it can't be wrong

Now we all grown, made a house to a home
Still get that feelin' when I call you on the phone
All we been through, I can't leave you alone
Said, it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Yeah, yeah

Love and Appreciate II

length: 4:32
producer: 9th Wonder
vocal: Murs and Tyler Woods
mixer: DJ Quik
engineer: Aaron Dahl
recording engineer: 9th Wonder
composer: Freda Payne, Nick Carter, Tyler Woods, 9th Wonder
What you need is some love and appreciation
Gotta treat her like a queen before she walks away.
Before its too late, you gotta, sing it, you better treat her like a lady
Oh ah, treat her like a lady, shes that special lady. yea uh.

Now it had to all start with a broken heart.
Some dude got hurt and it was ripping him apart
So he, He made him a song
'Cause he was tired of the pain and the gettin' done wrong.
But how long will it last?
You cant keep comparing them to women from your past.
It's time to move on,
Open up your heart so you can sing a new song.
You ain't a pimp you just pissed off.
Meet the right woman and you get soft.
Used to try and play hard,
Now you buying chocolate and valentines cards.
And man that's a good thing,
Showing these kids what the word love should mean.

What you need is some love and appreciation
Gotta treat her like a queen before she walks away.
Before its too late, you gotta, sing it, you better treat her like a lady
Oh ahh, treat her like a lady, shes that special lady. yea uh.

Can't live with them, cant live without them.
But I love a whole lot more than I hate about them.
They look good feel good and smell even better,
So why you acting like your mama didn't use that leather?
B word this H bomb that.
And in the midst all of this I wonder where your moms at?
Cause if she ain't one, then tell me where the hate from.
You just calm down and maybe you can date one.
Buy some flowers, open up some doors.
She needs some tampons, homie go to the store.
Vitamin water, a bottle of motrin,
Teddy bear, candy bar something, a token
Of affection, a step in that direction
'Cause love is about progress not perfection

What you need is some love and appreciation
Gotta treat her like a queen before she walks away.
Before its too late, you gotta, sing it, you better treat her like a lady
Oh ah, treat her like a lady, shes that special lady.
Yea uh.

You love your homeboys, but you hate these ladies.
Your gonna chose them over her, you crazy?
The ones you post up with, smoke blunts with.
Y'all share the same spit, you might as well kiss.
Now don't get me wrong, I love my dudes,
But I'ma pick a girl anytime I gotta choose,
I like mad, but I love orgasms
And I'm not trying to have the same problems your having.
Cause your confused the scared little dude
Beatin' on your lady 'cause your in a bad mood,
Your insecure, a little unsure,
Don't know how to deal with the feelings so pure.
It's called love, it's joy and pain,
But you gotta take some risk to enjoy the game

What you need is some love and appreciation
Gotta treat her like a queen before she walks away.
Before its too late, you gotta, sing it, you better treat her like a lady
Oh ah, treat her like a lady, shes that special lady. yea uh.

A Part of Me

length: 4:23
producer: Terrace Martin
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
recording engineer: Terrace Martin
additional: Scar
composer: Marcus Miller, Nick Carter, Marlon Williams, Scar, Terrace Martin
Yea yea Yea yea yea. Yea yea yea yea yea
We live and we die life is full of surprises
And I cant get over the fact that your gone.
I try to realize your not part of my life.
But I still try to fight but it just don't seem right.

Cause your not here anymore.
I can still see you walking out the door.
Your just a memory of what used to be.

(Yeah)Sitting with my head between my hands.
I know ill never get you back again.
I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry.
(Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you.
I'm sorry for the pain I put you though.
Maybe its all just a dream.
But your still a part of me.

I didn't think you do it. You really leave me.
If I did it would be different believe me.
Its easy to say baby I'm a change.
The very next day it was the back to the same.
Going though my phone finding new names.
I said it was business I was so lame.
You saw though it and held me down.
A real queen, you held that crown.
You made such an oppression on my life.
Natural progression was you to be my wife.
We talked family, we talked kids.
You thought I'd clam down, I never did.
I bought you home things from the rode before.
Malaysia, Australia silk form Singapore.
But what I give you this time you cant get rid of.
So you left me tired of this sick love.

Sitting with my head between my hands.
I know ill never get you back again.
I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry.
(Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you.
I'm sorry for the pain I put you though.
Maybe its all just a dream.
But your still a part of me.

Sitting here listing to the record you bought me.
Kinda blue original copy
You changed my life put me on to so much.
I miss our talks more then ya touch.
Such a fool to lose such a good thing.
You showed me parts of my city that I never seen.
Parts of myself that I never knew existed
Then I got famous I got it twisted!
You needed me I didn't need you.
Find you a man that can do what I do for you.
I flew you to Rome I paid for this whole.
How you coming at me like you grown.
Forget what I didâ?¦on tour
I said I loved you, you needed more
Why you trippin' you need to understand
Sometimes a man's gotta be a man.

Sitting with my head between my hands.
I know ill never get you back again.
I never meant to hurt you never meant to make you cry.
(Why am I surprised.) I am who I am because of you.
I'm sorry for the pain I put you though.
Maybe its all just a dream.
But your still a part of me.

Dam dam dam dam dam dam dam!
Walk in the house late, drunk, stumbling,
I pass out you would come tuck me in.
Where you at baby? I need you.
I never knew all the pain this would lead to
I'm sorry I lied, tried to deceive you
You said you'd leave but I didn't believe you.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, girl
I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
Baby I'm sorry.

Break Up (The OJ Song)

length: 4:09
producer: Knotch
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
engineer: Aaron Dahl
recording engineer: Victor Manzano
composer: Anthony Hamilton, Nick Carter, Mark Batson, C. Marks
I wanna hear your voice but I don't want you to call
I wanna see you girl but not see you at all
I wanna make-up but I still want to fight
I wanted to break up but it just don't feel right

(sittin' here waiting on you)

I hate you you hate me but still can't escape
Even all the bullshit we've been going through lately
Heart-broke, love-struck, tellin' ya'll this ain't me
Life without you girl it's something that I can't see
I ain't goin' lie, sayin' I don't get lonely but it's only so much I can kick it with the homies
And somebody told me, you already moves on
I broke up with you you ain't supposed to get your groove on
Not now at least wait a couple weeks got me lookin' like a chump with my business in the streets
Been a couple weeks but it feels like you still there
No matter how I clean I'm still findin' your hair
Or some **** you forgot or I'm standin' at that spot when you came so hard
I didn't think that you would stop
But quiet as step I know you miss just a little
Washed the sheets when you left but I still smell you on my pillow

[Chorus:]
Everything I do it reminds me of you
And everything I see it reminds me of we
And every time I lust it reminds me of us girl I wanna stay together cause I hate breakin up
[repeat]

You didn't call me last night what you tryin' to be strong?
You'll call yourself stupid when you finally hear this song
'Cause I would have took you back I was waitin' to in fact
All you had to do was holler girl I would of just collapsed and
Fell into a trap
And started to relaxin'
But your *** never called so it just never happened
Now I'm thinking Jasmine, Tanya, Sherrain
Some exes I could call that'd probably ease the pain
I try to follow through but I wind up callin you
Hangin' up before it rings girl it's really all on you
But you want to get into it make me mad, push my buttons
Got me trippin' over little stuff that don't mean nothin'
I was sick of sufferin' the fightin' the fussin'
What happened to the love and the late night discussions about children and family, the future, the planet
Now it's all over cause you couldn't understand me

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

Thought of missin' you again last night
Till I remembered all the reasons that your *** loved to fight
It's like dude
I really wanted this to work
But you gotta get you **** together first
What's worse, I really wanted you to stay but I needed you to leave cause we was fightin' everyday
All right
Not everyday I know that that's a lie on it
We was supposed to be companions we were more like opponents
Don't this song make you wanna do it one more time
Could I still be the only dude that's on your mind?
I'm too proud to beg but I'm hoping that your not
I would take you back quick girl without a second thought
But I'm caught up in my pride and I can't make the call,
Do you wanna break up just to break that's all
It's been a long time, I know I probably shouldn't of left you cause your the only women that I'd wanna sleep next to

[Chorus: Repeat 2X]

You say you sick of me
And I say I'm sick of you
But we crazy about each other girl
What we goin' do
Said I needed you to leave but I hate to see you go
Can't make up my mind girl I just don't know
I wanna make this work but I'm sick of the struggle girl
What I gotta do to make you realize I love you
I ain't goin' lie sometimes I just don't feel you
You find another man and I just might kill you

Breakthrough

length: 4:06
producer: 9th Wonder
vocal: Murs
mixer: DJ Quik
engineer: Aaron Dahl
recording engineer: Calvin Bailiff
additional: Carlitta Durand
composer: Barry Mann, Nick Carter, Cynthia Weil, 9th Wonder
Yeah I just want to announce right now
That I am the realest rapper in the whole world
Cause I got my momma in here with me

New face of America
You fools lack character
The first dude to pick up the mic and embarrass ya
Bare facts
I'm tearing up tracks
Ya game ain't there homie
Just lay back
Relax
Kick up your feet
And watch the world rock to this new beat
I'm talkin' bout peace
I'm talkin' bout change
Ain't talkin' bout beef
Ain't talkin' bout chains
I represent the streets from whence I came
Never been a loser
Don't need no gangs
Don't need no guns
I take these drums
And make the darkest day of your life seem fun
Lovin' life
I plug in mics
And show the mainstream that these thugs ain't tight
I'm twice the man that these boys will never be
MURS 3:16
Legendary MC

I've been around man and I'm gonna be around till I'm gonna be around
So when you see me around, respect me

What do we do baby?
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough

Man the truth will set you free just give it a try
You ain't truly livin' if you livin' a lie
Naw
Man I swear to God
There ain't never been a rapper on the earth this hard
I love my momma
Stay away from the drama
Try to work my way through it if I ever had a problem
I say my prayers to the man upstairs
And if G's go to Heaven then I gotta be there

Look
Rest in peace Derick Martin. 45. Tamiko. I'mma see you when I get there

What do we do baby?
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough

I'm in love right now and it feels so good
To find a girl like mom and you wish you could
Say I'm so soft
Say I ain't hood
Say it to my face, man I wish you would
And I'm smilin' in the press
Got all this money and you lookin' so depressed
Angry and mad
Man, I'm happy as hell
Might get a job if this record don't sell

What? Burger King? McDonalds? Better yet, Best Buy or Target
At least I'll get a discount

Oh well, I'll be employee of the month
You'll never see your boy on the tube with gold fronts
That ain't me
It never was
You gotta do you and let it do what it does
I'mma be happy
Fame won't trap me
Catch me doin' this for the money then slap me
There's more to life
I'm better than that
I'm trying to lift you up instead of settin' you, settin' you back (echos)

It's good game man
I wouldn't tell you nothing that wasn't good for you though
That wasn't going to help you grow

What do we do baby?
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough

This is MURS and 9th Wonder signin' off
And you know we do it, we do, we do it realistic
So, it's his wife and my momma and my girlfriend and we goin' home
That's it. No party, no after party, no Crystal, no hoes
Just me and my morano, goin' home