I freestyle in cyphers
Everyone spits written verses
Kids can think I'm wack when they don't know I don't rehearse shit
Just feel the need to burst with, kill the verse with
Raw lyric shit, it sounds better if it ain't perfect
Give me a fat bag of weed and some beats
And you won't see the beaver for weeks, capeesh?
We've filled a niche for that real music that actually speaks
Call it underground, but it's sprouted and growing leaves
I'm a fan from the start but don't think that I'll suck up
Egos are getting swollen, they're bound to trip the fuck up
If they get too big for their boots they're out of luck bruv
All you have left is the yes-men and groupie sluts
So I use the word 'love' but I don't mean it lightly
I love this more than any girl that had me cornered nicely
Find me talking to myself every day and nightly
Take this to the next level from a stoners pipe-dream
We don't need all the glamour and glitz
Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits
Or a bunch of kids standing round chatting some shit
Cause that's the M-U-S, ahh that was fucking sick
We don't need all the glamour and glitz
Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits
Or a bunch of kids standing round chatting some shit
Cause that's the M-U-S, ahh that was fucking sick
I buy vinyl even though I ain't a DJ
Original presses off of Amazon and eBay
I sit there for weeks with the same tune on replay
Music speaks volumes and I hear what the beat say
Cause whether I'm raging or cold chilling burning sage in my room
There's a tune that's perfect for the situation
Endless debating on who came with the best creation
But it's irrelevant, I represent for one nation
From the days of fighting snitch I was loving this
Fuck the hits man I want it straight from the rubbish tip
Beats dirty like a grubby bitch when you're fucking it
So now to the track forget about the other shit
Because I heard it as a kid but didn't understand
Came to appreciate it fully as a younger man
Now where I stand I'm feeling locked on to melodies
The energy's befriending me, I'm rowdy but I'm sending peace
We don't need all the glamour and glitz
Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits
Or a bunch of kids standing round chatting some shit
Cause that's the M-U-S, ahh that was fucking sick
We don't need all the glamour and glitz
Cause all you need is a beat and somebody that spits
Or a bunch of kids standing round chatting some shit
Cause that's the M-U-S, ahh that was fucking sick
