2 Reasons Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Asop]
[?]
Mischievous, Bitable, whatever you call that lyrical skill
And still it's no miracle that the serial world let you whip with that milky sandwich
You call it a flow, but fool, you don't even know what it means, to understand emotion
The word flow is best to describe the ocean tide
That brought this body of this rapper who suddenly died in a [?] and gave me evil eye to eye
[?] as we curses, come the [?] verses converse over your turf like Gargamel did to Smurf kids
But I ain't receivin' a beatin' at the end of the show
I grab an emcee by his toe to let him know what [?]
Respect is given to 2 more to be [?] ad seein' the world for what it is, and showbiz
[?] and black ass niggas in white shiny cars to [?] in AJ
And after the show, they troopin' a pinto a hella hard
You know that old card the moo moo cow rides, now you who ridin' [?]
Just a switch [?] bitch in the soul of a man and still can't handle the dismantle of your ego
In front of you comradery, cos even your crew know you couldn't slide a [?]
Because you watery, know the undisputed champ, mixed with a disillusion confusing like you all get amped
Gigawatts, now you see how a true nigga ties poetical patterns to have your ass served, on a platter
[Hook]
It's like 2 reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life
The foundation means elimination if you ain't tight
2 reasons why you should never pick up a pen
The legend serving all of y'all, cruise in the air
2 reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life
The foundation means elimination if you ain't tight
[Verse2 - Murs]
I be on some whole other shit, some undercover shit, lovin' it
Cos the unseen can be analysed and broken down rocking my see me lowdown over my eyes
So give me the element of surprise, so when a battle arrives
Not much in size, 5 9 in a buck 49 with [?] Napoleon complex that might twist your face
Plus, incase it don't taste [?], so if we performing live, I'm guarantied to be selling out
And even if they bailin' out, our dope performance is going to be an enormous amount of hurt fans
To convert to Murs fans, true underground shit so I can keep every dollar that hits my hand
Put it on a plane ticket to Japan, to show you that your world your ain't shit
Nobody gets a cut so I know we got the purest shit, sure to hit
Like I was [?], for blaming everything that's whack in hip hop on you
I'm slapping your [?] aw man, with the back of the hand that will make Max Julien proud
To what is rich [?] back in the place with the rest of the groupies in the crowd, talkin', they sayin nuthin'
Frontin' like you a lyricist, when you not complex, more like dot com sex
Hella whack metaphors, sounding like she know ex, hell
Dope verses on tracks, so I can put this shit up on racks, and stop serving sacks, strictly living legends out my back
To add 5 more reasons why your whack shit crap, (like that)
[Hook]
It's like 2 reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life
The foundation means elimination if you ain't...
2 reasons why you should never pick up a pen
The living legends will be serving every crew in the end
It's like 2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up a mic in your life
The foundation means elimination if you ain't tight
2 reasons why you should never pick up that pen
The living legends will be serving every crew in the end
[Verse 3 - Murs]
What the fuck is going on now, how did hip hop get to this point?
Well I'm forced to come forth and anoint the microphone
Words to bring death to these faggot emcees like Jimmy Jones
Destroying any clones, similar to Roy Jones, who [?] the bells ringing
I'm still swinging, 2 permanent damage, leaving you with a foundation sticking on your forehead
As a bandage, Murs who better the plan of this attack, not sayin' I hate every wack emcee
See some of my best friends is whack, the fact that lack of talent leaves the game imbalance
We come to even out the scale, breathing on beats to make mail
Never fail to come fresh with free flow, like the blood inside my chest
Too much Bangalore Ganesh
[?] for y'all not knowing the undergrounds growing at an alarming rate
And I doubt the industry hates to see stupid independent
The underground lifestyle not recommended for the weaker part
So speak your pardon if you really about playing
If not, I'll put my middle finger in your mouth like give a fuck what you sayin'
(scratches)