Whatup son 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
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 who 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
Oppurtunities are oysters: you might find a pearl
You can't be scared to take that chance
Cuz 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 expresso and hot morning sex
Early to rise and the last to fall;
The best thing for black youths is a 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 wil'in' on you
That's the pain you gotta love and appreciate,
I'm a bad man, you silly girls need to get it straight

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

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
At 50-yd line against the wind through the uprights
While you just choke and can't win cuz 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
The name 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 sample is in triplicates
Get every crooked cop in Los Angeles to handle this
Insane, inpired, 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