2 Reasons

[Intro]
I see you on the corner
Maybe little girls take their candy from you
Maybe I see [Inaudible]
Actually, I ought to stick my dick in your mouth
[Inaudible]

[Verse 1: Asop]
Why I can use chemicals as imbalanced minerals of your state, of criminal
Mischievous, bin-able, whatever you call that lyrical skill (And)
And still it's no miracle that the serial world let you whip 'em with that milky sandwich
You call it a flow, but fool, you don't even know what it means, the meaning is to understand emotion
The word flow is best to describe the ocean tides
That brought this body of this rapper who suddenly died in a cloud of clouds and gave me the evil eye to eye
Tonight as we curses, come to mention, verses converse over your turf like Gargamel did to Smurf kids
But I ain't receivin' a beatin' at the end of the show
I grab an emcee by his toe to let him know where the tag goes, correct?
Respect is given to true boys who be MCin' and seein' the world for what it is, for the showbiz
Glamorous stars, black ass niggas in white shiny cars, a rental for they video, an AJ card, and after the shoot
They troopin' a Pinto hella hard
You know that old car that they moo-moo cow rides?
Now you who ridin', ridin', but who ridin' wit' you?
Just a switch to a bitch in the soul of a man and still can't handle the dismantle of your ego
In front of yo' camaraderie, 'cause even your crew knew you couldn't slide a weave
'Cause you watery, know I'm the undisputed champ, mixed with a disillusioned confused fool like you, I'll get amped
Gigawatts, now you see how a true nigga ties up with poetical patterns to have your ass served, on a platter

[Chorus: Murs & Asop]
It's like 2 reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life
The foundation means elimination if you ain't hype
And 2 reasons why you should never pick up the pen
Living Legends serving all of y'all crews in the end
2 reasons why you should never grab a mic in your life
The foundation means elimination if you ain't tight

[Verse 2: Murs]
Now, I be on some whole other shit, some undercover shit, lovin' it
'Cause the unseen can be analysed and broken down
Rockin' my [?] lowdown over my eyes
To give me the element of surprise, so when a battle arrives, huh
Not much in size, 5'9" in a buck 48 with the little Napoleon complex that might twist your face
Plus, the case, it don't takes, it provide, so if we performing live, I'm guaranteed to be sellin' out
And even if they bailin' out after our dope performance, it's going to be an enormous amount of hurt fans
To convert to Murs fans, true underground shit so I keep every dollar that hits my hand
Put it on a plane ticket to Japan, to show you that your world tour ain't shit
Nobody gets a cut so I know we got the purest shit, sure to hit
Like I was battin' the Grand, fuck blamin' everything that's whack in hip hop on you
I'm slapping your A&R man, with the backhand that'd make Max Julien proud
To put his rich ass back in place with the rest of the groupies in the crowd
Talkin' loud, ain't sayin' nothin'
Frontin' like you a lyricist, when you not complex, more like dot com sex
Hella whack metaphors, sounding like Chino XL
Dope verses on tracks, so I can put this shit up on wax, and stop serving sacks, strictly Living Legends at my back
To add 5 more reasons why yo' ass shouldn't rap
Like that! (Like that)
Bug foundation!

[Chorus: Murs, Asop & both]
2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up a mic in your life
Foundation means elimination if you ain't hype
2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up that pen
'Cause Living Legends will be serving every crew in the end
It's like 2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up the mic in your life
Foundation means elimination if you ain't tight
2 reasons why you shouldn't pick up that pen
Living Legends will be serving every crew in the end

[Interlude: Murs]
Man, what the fuck?!
Every fuckin' time you go into a record store it's some more whack shit
Ayy, stop that shit!!
(Fuck you, cuh, biah!!)

[Verse 3: Murs]
What the fuck is goin' on now, how did hip-hop get to this point?
Where I'm forced to come forth and anoint the microphone
Words to bring death to these faggot emcees like Jimmy Jones
Destroying any clones, similar to Roy Jones, so after the bells ringin'
I'm still swinging, to do permanent damage, leaving you with a foundation sticker on your forehead
As a bandage, Murs, who better to plan this attack?
Not sayin' I hate every whack MC, see some of my best friends is whack
But the fact that lack of talent leaves the game imbalanced
We come to even out the scale, breathin' on beats to make mail
Never fail to come fresh with free flowin', like the blood inside my chest
From too much Bangalore Ganesh
Beadies for y'all not knowin' the underground's growin' at an alarming rate
And I know the industry hates to see us do it independent
The underground lifestyle not recommended for the weak of heart
So speak your part if you really about playin'
If not, I'll put my middle finger in your mouth, I give a fuck what you say
Bitch

[Outro: scratches]
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