Simple Lyrics

[Verse One] Contain rage on page engage in acts of lust With the track in thrust In fact 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 ongoin' scrimmage With anger's mirror image Much too graphic for the timid Vivid depictions of me rippin' myself in half And even I've felt the wrath Of genius gone mad On bad terms with my inner being Seeing I could be a little fresher Force myself to study Snatch the element of surprise from the dresser Movin' on your fears, the aggressor Can always stand to learn somethin' Why sit around ignorant? Mind state militant Can quickly slip into belligerent acts of violent chats Sittin' across the room silently mad doggin' And simultaneously servin' you with silent raps Time elapse See the collapse of commerial rap songs Perhaps I'm bein' too optimistic But watch 'em make status quo The well known misfit Tremendous efforts In attempts to heal the lever that we call society Apply to me Doesn't the phrase, "Everything is gonna be alright" Don't lie to me I try to be righteous in the hopes that there just might be a heaven But I felt like Kurt Create your own Nirvana and become a Living Legend, givin' seconds to work And an eternity to enjoy the perks A work off dirt These nuts so there's more obligation, proceed fun Pass that pink pack I need one badly Had me Combat this track No rhythm to be found so adapt Live reel to reel and ADAT Kill the feel to lay back Why sit around idle? While niggas is fightin' in the middle of the street While Roy Jones defends his title Suicidal tendencies So be sendin' me your money Only fuck with the pink pack, the strawberries taste funny Use to hate crummy MC's, but now I see Who am I to judge the next man's rappin' ability Long as he has some friends to buy his shit willingly Alright, his shit is wack, it ain't appealing to me Hell naw, I'm tryin' to tell y'all Keep your opinions to yourself You don't like the shit Don't pick it up off the shelf It's just that simple [MURS talking] Punk ass hip hop motherfuckers. Always talkin' shit Down to criticize and crita-analyze and... Man fuck all that shit you can suck my dick. All you wack ass niggas When we see you in the club, what's up...Fuck naw, suck my dick Said the b-boy. Windmills and 1990's flare Motherfuckers need to make good music and shut the fuck up Bitch. Elusive producin'. Elusive producin'. Elusive producin'. In the houseMurs - Simple - http://motolyrics.com/murs/simple-lyrics.html