Simple Songtext
von Murs

Uncontained rage on page engage in acts
Of blust with the track and thrust back
The wack I crush and bust off a shot, too intense to brush off
Continue to feel my presence, as this track cuts off
An ongoing scrimmage, with anger′s mirror image
Much too graphic for the timid
Vivid depictions of me ripping myself in half
Even I have felt the wrath, of genius gone mad
On bad terms with my inner being, seeing, I could be a little fresher
Forced myself to study, snatched the
Element of surprise from the dresser
Moving on your fears the aggressor
Can always stand to learn something, why sit around ignorant?
Mindset militant, can quickly slip
Into belligerent acts of violent chap
Sit across the room mad doggin'
Simultaneous disturbing you with silent raps
Time elapsed, see the collapse of commercial rap shrines
Perhaps I′m being too optimistic, but watch
Him make status quo of a well known misfit


Tremendous efforts, in attempts to heal the rebel that we call society
Apply to me, does the phrase "Everything's
Gonna be alright" don't lie to me
I try to be righteous in the hopes that there
Might just be a heaven but I felt like Kurt
Create your own nirvana and become a
Living legend given seconds to work
And eternity to enjoy the perks, or work off dirt
Deeds done so does moral obligation precede fun?
Pass that pink pack, I need one badly, had me, combat this track
No rhythm to be found so adapt, like reel to reel to ADAT
Kill the feel to lay back, why sit around idle?
My nigga′s fighting in the middle of the
Street while Roy Jones defends his title
Suicidal tendencies so be sending me your money
Only fuck with the pink pack the strawberry taste funny
Used to hate crummy MC′s but now I see
Who am I to judge the next man's rapping ability?
Long as he got some fans to buy his shit willingly
Aww, his shit is wack it ain′t appealing to me
Hell naw I'm trying to tell y′all keep your opinion to yourself
You don't like the shit, don′t pick it up off the shelf
It's just that simple

Punk ass hip-hop muthafuckers
Always talking shit
Down to criticize and criti-analyze and
Man fuck all that shit you can suck my dick
All you wack ass niggas
When we see you in the club or whatever
Or do some music or whatever
Fuck y'all, suck my dick
I′m not no wack ass muthafucka
Talkin′ shit behind everybody's back
He′s a wack, he's not, he′s just a fuck
Everybody has their own fans
Muthafuckers need to make good music and shut the fuck up
I'm not telling
Uh huh
It′s like that
Do a freestyle
I wanna do a freestyle man, put me on