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2 original - murs lyrics

[intro: murs & 45 acp]
yo, you got that, duke?
underground
yo, haha
underground
2 original
underground
you fakin’ ass n*ggas
from mid*city blocks
underground, underground
2 original, check this sh*t out
underground
2 original! motherf*ckin’ straight
underground, underground
mid*city, n*gga, mid*city, n*gga
mid*city, check it out
underground

[verse 1: 45 acp & murs]
i’m a weapon of mass destruction on the mic
and far as my prototype, like a swat team, my vocals slice
un*original, meltin’ brains, my main frame’s to leave mental frames and blood stains
internally, my poet style bust externally
eternity holdin’ down my [?], city, west bound, my town
in a scandalous*ass, wickedest plantation
us underground n*ggas is cleanin’ up the sanitations
you hip*hop heads is facin’ all bullsh*t
more [?], to help provide [?] enterprise
and commercialise false living
having you worshippin’ cats who sinning
but this is a new beginning, a new experience of peace winnin’ (yeah)
we doin’ underground big thangs, and all this sh*t gon’ change (what?)
catch that feelin’, mane
(aww, f*ck! straight up)
n*gga, you goin’ down the motherf*ckin’ sack…
[interlude: murs]
underground
n*gga, 2 original
2 motherf*ckin’ original
underground
motherf*ckers comin’ at you, 2, straight from the
underground, underground
underground, underground, f*ck that, yeah

[verse 2: murs]
wannabee original (yeah, what), thoughts torn from my subliminal
look down over beats, can’t help but be unique
raised in these mid*city streets
now i heard some b*tches say
that the east side is dingy, and the west side is trinny
but this is straight*up mid*city
can’t nare n*gga bend me, now i’m
straighter than most, but that don’t mean you can play me close
’cause i will have done my crimes, but never done no times
now i run my rhymes one of a kind, until i clock out
angry n*ggas that mastered the artistry of a knockout
playin’ nintendo 64 until my brain rot out
but still these concepts remain (what?) well thought*out
brought out the best in these b*tch n*ggas, so call me a pimp
style og, like my n*gga troy limp (simp)
in it for a minute while these other n*ggas just temp
so when yo’ b*tch ass is gettin’ laid off, i just be gettin’ layed
say what?
i flash a rhyme that make yo’ b*tch put ’em on a glass like lay*ups (hahaha)
stay up, out my face and you won’t get dissed
’cause before i give yo’ ass a rhyme i’d rather give you my b*tch
than let you breathe on this microphone
you couldn’t swing on my sh*t if it was in the strike zone
y’all n*ggas still tryna see l.a. (what?), but we can’t be seen (h*ll no)
’cause we be duckin’ 5*0 helicopters, tryna escape the crime scene
between, murs jump in the ring, turn in to steam, b*tch
we out like this, mid*city gang (what?)
[interlude: murs]
underground
2 original motherf*ckers
underground, underground
comin’ at you from a* you know that sh*t
mid*city life
underground, underground
stop
underground
straight up

[outro]
underground, underground
underground, underground
underground

- murs lyrics

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