- Votes:
- Composers:
- Patrick Douthit
- Nick Carter
 
Oh No - In This lyrics
Chorus: scratched x2]
 "Uh-ohh!"... "We in this, to win this"
 [Big L:] {"Other MC's ain't got a chance at all"}
 "Murs" [Big L:] {"... too advanced for y'all"}
 [Murs:]
 I make music unbelievable, inconceivable
 To the average MC, those who don't understand
 How savage I be M, U-R-S
 But so far from PC, 80 gear car drive
 512 MB, rip your audio files to shreds
 Off the head, when amped to the point
 I want every rapper dead, even in sleep mode
 Take 'em down by the low without the McAfee scan
 When a pen's in my fingers I mack/Mac with my hands
 And the game so tight it gets, disc drives open
 Cause my CD's RW, {?} type
 More advanced than them MC's you say I'm like
 A blue pen to encrypt what I say on mics
 All day all night, tryin to break down my guard
 But you can't crack the cypher of the underground Gods
 Gonna make me {fuck} around and have to pull your sound cards
[Chorus]
 [Murs:]
 Now am I too dope for mainstream or not that cool?
 I'm not bitter I'm just better than these top-ranked fools
 While I'm waitin patiently til it's, my turn to rule
 It's "The Low End Theory," everything moves in cycles
 The way that Kobe Bryant is just ampin like he's Michael
 I'm psycho, like those, East coast {niggaz}
 Put West coast slang in they flow to make figuresOh No - In This - http://motolyrics.com/oh-no/in-this-lyrics.html
 Pop your collar to that one time, for me homey
 Cause you can miss a {nigga} with that phony baloney
 But I guess it's one love, hip-hop unified
 As long as you respect the overage and we won't hoo-ride
 And you can have that one too
 Use it as a gimmick to go platinum through
 Cause my generation's comin with that brand new
 A whole gang of {motherfuckers} who, can't stand you
 So, please step aside
 Or get yo' {ass} stepped on when we ride
[Chorus]
 [Murs:]
 I be on kamikaze missions, hittin tracks head on
 For those who dared to disrespect this culture, that I bled on
 I'm headstrong, I make rash decisions
 While I'm spittin pure salt that'll crash your vision
 You got the game on lock, then I smash your prison
 I make empires crumble when I clash with rhythm
 Your whole group straight fruit with no passion in 'em
 Yes cash is venom, and we all been affected
 But I made the antidote, when I wrote this record
 You shouldn't have to be broke, so that folks respect it
 You can still be a joke, with the dopest necklace
 Just {shittin} on the talent that, you've been blessed with
 Who the {fuck} am I to invoke the message
 Haven't been to that level but I hope I'm tested
 When I get there I hope I don't, choke and wreck it
 So I can go out dope and, most respected
[Chorus]








