Murs iz my Manager - Mr. Lif

Murs iz my Manager - Mr. Lif
Brother Murs with the keys to fame
Brother Murs with the keys to fame
Brother Murs with the keys to fame
Crazy respect, crazy connects
Got me so busy I'm dizzy
So what's next?
Look up the in sky
It's a bird, it's a plane
Nah, it's brother Murs
With the keys to fame
This guy got crazy respect
Crazy connects
Got me so busy
I'm dizzy so what's next?
I got a call from George Bush
Says he knows about your trap
How you put Kanye up
To saying all that
Used it as a fool proof
Scheme to distract
The government from
The true political rap
But look, I got your back, Lif
That's what I'm here for
You want, I can throw you
On a track with Al Gore
I got him on hold
He's waiting on line one
I can have him drop a verse
Just as soon as my rhyme's done
Nah, son!
He don't write his own sh*t
This is not a good look
Politicians are crooks
But look, that ain't a reason
Not to impeach the president
Plus, Rakim's been trying to
Reach you at the residence
What, you got your ringer off?
Think you need some downtime?
You know there ain't no
Rest to this underground grind
True
Plus, we got that show
In the Caymans
And you ain't even packed yet
And what about the ghostwriting
Job for Ben Affleck?
I'm your ambassador of kwan
Caretaker of the coif
Telling every single male groupie
"step the hell off!"
Marshall Mathers,
Shawn Carter, even Andre Benjamin
Call sayin' what an inspiration
You have been to them
All they really want is
A couple of guest appearances
No more cameos
Take your album serious
You turned down Nikki, Paris
And Tara Reid
A dedication to your craft
That your fans won't believe
Forget the King magazine girls
No time for silly hoes
Gwen still mad you missed
The "Hollaback" video
You gotta call her, Lif
No time for stallin', dude
She seen you at the Grammys
Sponsored links
B**ches fallin' all over you
Yeah!
I had to tell the ladies to chill
Won four Grammies from
The strength of my will
Power
Pivotal, digital maneuver
Yo, Ak!
What did Craig Mack say?
Computer!
Told you back in '99, none can test
One arm
Earth in my palm
And sun in my chest
When I yawn it's dawn
My tooth chips
Lunar eclipse
Now everybody's running
For their limos and whips
My target: the red carpet
The dead market
I'ma have to end this sh*t
The way that it started
That's when I pull out my blade
And start slashing
Just my way to say
"f**k high fashion!"
How do you remain in
The game so long?
Take time off yet return so stong?
Well, I've got something to tell ya'
Ni**a, you're gonna need
An umbrella
My reigns begins right now
And never ends
40 days and nights of sightly sights
We know Lif
And you're not the type he likes
Better teleport, son
Here that ni**a comes
Hello!
What are you doing here?
You've got a synthetic
Frame and human hair
I've got a cybernetic chest so, yes
I'm pulling the plug
Soon as you glitch
My dome itch
Another revelation presentation
Beyond estimations,
Guesstimations
Analysis, I'm wild at this
Don't even ask what style this is
You could never even
Breathe on my styluses
So head back to Skipjacks
With that,
They're hiring
I burned up the stage,
Now they need some firemen
I find dissecting your frame
And chewing your myelin
Inspiring
And totally tiring
So I'ma rest but I'll be back
And while I'm gone rap
Niggaz better not slack
I'll eat you like a snack, black
Play Blackjack with Jack Black
Do a no footed Nac Nac
Play Hack Sack
Nah, I'm into football,
So f**k that!
Hut one, attack!
So save all the smiling
And folklore
I'ma rep hard and keep sh*t raw