[Verse One: Slug]
Step, you know the rep
It crawls and creeps
Keep holdin' your breath til you fall asleep
From the minor leagues
We got no time to bleed
You need to open the piece
And quit trippin' over both your feet

Tie your laces before you try to chase
Disgrace, don't discriminate, it paints any face
I've been many places and I made them all to be
You on some fire on the roof, yes y'all follow me

[MURS]
I've been High Plains Driftin' since the 90's
Cipher backpack with some weed is where you'll find me
I was listenin' to Wu-Tang, tryin' to do the group thang
They called us Log Cabin, we opened up a new lane

From the Life to the Blowed, I was there for it
Rock Steady, Scribble Jam, all the rare moments
We been in the game so long
But still evolved while all of y'all been singin' the same song
So
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Touch (You don't want it)
Rush (You don't want it)
Broke (You don't want it)
Choke (You don't want it)
None (You don't want it)
Done (You don't want it)
MURS and Slug and Aes
And she's on it

[Verse Two: MURS]
She told me that she never had someone to listen to
Tried hip hop, but it was hard to get into
They called her bitch and it was so disrespectful
She turned a deaf ear and started bumpin' techno

But I apologize and here's a dedication
I'm not a saint, but I'm really ain't the degradation
Fuck a bitch, love a woman, that's my new motto
Yeah, I'm ignorant, but tryin' to be a role model

[Slug]
Cooled half my life through this homemade pipe
Took a left, left, left like I know it's right
And I'm suppose to give a fuck about what you 'bout?
Isn't it something now?
Shut your mouth, you buggin' out
Yeah, I know we make 'em go nuts, so what
You know what? Hold up
Don't interrupt the grown ups
Get busy, DC, Twin Cities
When she keeps it pretty and your CD's a Frisbee

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[Verse Three: MURS]
The ultimate
And we're as dope as it's suppose to get
Some say they want a new style
Some say they like our older shit
Critics threw their darts at my heart
And I took it
Put it all on my shoulders
But it left my back crooked

Bent, but not broken up, late night hopin'
Lost with no cause, got my eyes wide open
Schemin' on a dream that's always seemin' to unravel
'Cause we caught up with the legions of the demons that we battle

[Slug]
You ain't an artist, you a scumbag, douchebag
Cause when it rains you keep wavin' some new flag
You ain't a critic, just a giant midget
Tryin' to get with any tool to help you climb that big dick
Well, you can hide behind the pride and guilt
Stand still and deny the time it took to get it built
Or illustrate the definition of Hell
And shape it into whatever it takes for you to feel Felt

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