Murs - Breakthrough lyrics

What do we do baby

Yeah i just want to announce right now
That I am the realest rapper
In the whole world
Cause, I got my momma in here with me

New face of America you fools lack character
The first dude to pick up
The mic and embarrass ya bare facts
I'm tearing up tracks
Ya game ain't there homie just lay back
Relax kick up your feet
And watch the world rock to this new beat
I'm talkin' bout peace
I'm talkin' bout change
Ain't talkin' bout beef
Ain't talkin' bout chains
I represent the streets from whence I came
Never been a loser don't need no gangs
Don't need no guns i take these drums
And make the darkest day of
Your life seem fun lovin' life
I plug in mics and show the mainstream that
These thugs ain't tight
I'm twice the man that these
Boys will never be mURS 3: 16
Legendary MC

I've been around man and I'm gonna be
Around till I'm gonna be around
So when you see me around, respect me

What do we do baby?
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And if you just breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough
And you must breakthrough

Man the truth will set you free
Just give it a try
You ain't truly livin' if you livin' a lie
Naw man I swear to God
There ain't never been a rapper
On the earth this hard i love my momma
Stay away from the drama
Try to work my way through it
If I ever had a problem
I say my prayers to the man upstairs
And if G's go to Heaven then I gotta be there

Look rest in peace Derick Martin 45 tamiko
I'mma see you when I get there

I'm in love right now and it feels so good
To find a girl like mom
And you wish you could say I'm so soft
Say I ain't hood
Say it to my face, man I wish you would
And I'm smilin' in the press
Got all this money and
You lookin' so depressed angry and mad
Man, I'm happy as hell
Might get a job if this record don't sell

What? Burger King? McDonalds? Better yet
Best Buy or Target
At least I'll get a discount

Oh well, I'll be employee of the month
You'll never see your boy on
The tube with gold fronts that ain't me
It never was
You gotta do you and let it do what it does
I'mma be happy fame won't trap me
Catch me doin' this for the
Money then slap me there's more to life
I'm better than that
I'm trying to lift you up
Instead of settin' you, settin' you back
(echos)

It's good game man i wouldn't tell you
Nothing that wasn't good for you though
That wasn't going to help you grow

This is MURS and 9th Wonder signin' off
And you know we do it, we do
We do it realistic
So, it's his wife and my momma and
My girlfriend and we goin' home
That's it no party, no
After party, no Crystal, no hoes
Just me and my morano, goin' home