Heres a rap from

the late muthaphukin

One day I plan to be a family man happily married
I wanna die old and be carried
In a big cemetary
Happy to be buried
In my black coffen
My hate for you daryl would never soffen
I know what your thinking, It may be early to be planning this stuff
Cause I'm still struggling hard to be the best i can and it's tough
I've almost been taken advantage of damaged and scuffed
Everytime i talk about you Daryl my anger for you erupts
And I'm sick of struggling and suffering, see
My destiny's to rest at ease till I'm impressed and pleased
With my progress I won't settle for less than cheese
I'm on a quest to seize my own Record label to call H.U.R
I dont care how i get there beg or crawl
I'm on this mission i wont fall the pressure motivates
It feels like a got a fuckin knife in my shoulder blades
I wanna see H.U.R go forever on this Earth
The H.U.R Revolution has taken Birth


Chorus


Who are we?
We are the fighters
We rap busting overnighters
What is you mission?
To make H.U.R and kill the competition
And beat them into submission

Who are we?
We are the fighters
We rap busting overnighters
What is your mission?
To make H.U.R and kill the competition
And beat them into submission


I am in this for fame and i am playing for keeps
Everyday in the streets playing for worseless peeps
That dont under stand this is art
My cheast is always beating hard like an athlete's heart
Waiting for my big moment to shine
Making millions of rappers on the H.U.R assembly line
I dont wanna be the one and only owner
H.U.R is like an organ
Sometimes we need a lot of doners
To help make this company live on
I wanna see this Record Ladel From Dust till Dawn
I wanna make us shine like Bronze
I dont wanna be known as gold
Cause someday it will get sick and old
Just like Those bitches the spice girls didnt do as they were told
They werent all true friends
Driving around in Mercadice Bendz
But i got two friends shoot or swing for them
I got there backs till the day i die


Chorus 2x


Now back to the real shit the
H.U.R is the root of all evil
We can turn beautiful people crude and deceitful
And make them do shit thats not legal
But in the mist of this insanity
I found my new Christianity
Through a wish he granted me
He showed me how to cope with the stress
And now hope for the best
Always making a mess
There still is no heart in my chest
Life is stressful inside this cesspool
When i get pissed it feels like a popped blood vessel
My little sister's trying to learn her mathematics
Shes always is always hidding at school from the crack addicts
H.U.R is comming to the school with our three automatics
Taking target practice on there lettermen Jackets
and just like tupac said "thats the way it is"
and remember H.U.R will always Live
and if you dont remember our names just remember


Who are we?
We are the fighters
We rap busting overnighters
What is you mission?
To make H.U.R and kill the competition
And beat them into submission

Who are we?
We are the fighters
We rap busting overnighters
What is your mission?
To make H.U.R and kill the competition
And beat them into submission