"On Mystical Way (Freestyle By Murs)" lyrics
(feat. Eligh & Bruce Hathcock)
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
Shadow fishin' was most submission
Your eyes and close between these flows
Should I insight and enlighten them
To the lowest point, I take control
Sometimes I write in no specific direction
I just listen to the pen
As it guides my soul and then, I let it roam again and again
Time after time, styles combine
Within this limited shell, I dwell
Fully confident, a native of the creative continent, my mind
A mindstate where stakes are high
And rhymes take on a whole new meaning
I'm teaming up, newer dimensions
Warps and beats of the sick sort
Take the court, and we'll build this tower
To reach the greatest outlook
Man, when God is one, and each one know
The power stands in the hands of those who know to dwell (Who know?)
To deal with those
William in the building blocks
Four blocks, watch them flock your kingdom when
You bring it in to the spectrum
Of equation, when dealing with a massive population, face it
If it's yours then you take it
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
A foundation built on lies, it's always bound to crumble
Those who aren't humble shall tumble to the Earth
Givin' birth into the world controlled by the unseen
Everybody's livin' a life that seems to be unclean
Basin' empires on Ill got good
So I knock on wood, to make sure my shit stays intact
Spittin' truth based on fact
And those that lack the truth, shall search a life in eternity
You're never burnin' me, uncertainty, makes your steps unsure
I speak with the likeness to a divine radiatin' through my soul
So I live in bliss
So many believe they can solve the problem
With the steel held in fists
But it's misdirected anger, pointed at the wrong person
A stranger, instead of the system that got you in this position
Now listen, the mission should be to overthrow what is holdin' you down
But so many believe that they can solve life walkin' around with a frown
But negative energy will only attract the same thing
So I bring positive light to shed on the mic, to strike blows at the beast
Until the battle's complete, and my soul can rest in peace...
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a myst-
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
Shadow fishin' was most submission
Your eyes and close between these flows
Should I insight and enlighten them
To the lowest point, I take control
Sometimes I write in no specific direction
I just listen to the pen
As it guides my soul and then, I let it roam again and again
Time after time, styles combine
Within this limited shell, I dwell
Fully confident, a native of the creative continent, my mind
A mindstate where stakes are high
And rhymes take on a whole new meaning
I'm teaming up, newer dimensions
Warps and beats of the sick sort
Take the court, and we'll build this tower
To reach the greatest outlook
Man, when God is one, and each one know
The power stands in the hands of those who know to dwell (Who know?)
To deal with those
William in the building blocks
Four blocks, watch them flock your kingdom when
You bring it in to the spectrum
Of equation, when dealing with a massive population, face it
If it's yours then you take it
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
A foundation built on lies, it's always bound to crumble
Those who aren't humble shall tumble to the Earth
Givin' birth into the world controlled by the unseen
Everybody's livin' a life that seems to be unclean
Basin' empires on Ill got good
So I knock on wood, to make sure my shit stays intact
Spittin' truth based on fact
And those that lack the truth, shall search a life in eternity
You're never burnin' me, uncertainty, makes your steps unsure
I speak with the likeness to a divine radiatin' through my soul
So I live in bliss
So many believe they can solve the problem
With the steel held in fists
But it's misdirected anger, pointed at the wrong person
A stranger, instead of the system that got you in this position
Now listen, the mission should be to overthrow what is holdin' you down
But so many believe that they can solve life walkin' around with a frown
But negative energy will only attract the same thing
So I bring positive light to shed on the mic, to strike blows at the beast
Until the battle's complete, and my soul can rest in peace...
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a mystical way with a cold cliché
Who's getting what they deserve anyway
You make noise, but in how many days?
How many lives did you have to save?
It's a myst-
