Murray’s Revenge – Song and Lyrics by 9th Wonder


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Murray’s Revenge’ by 9th Wonder. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 9th Wonder or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

I’m a, hood legend, you should feel threatened
Front I’ma show you what’s good in a second
The best in the business, I mean what is it?
The dopest MC to walk talk it and live it
A wide bright screen with a blockbuster signature
Every new line I speak should be in cinemas
Champion sound, I win with words
Like you finally talked your girl into sleepin’ with a friend of hers
Oh yeah, I’m off on a good one
Momma’s so proud of what her boy from the hood done
Got off the meat and I got my mind right, I
Got out these streets I got my grind like I
Got on these beats I gotta come tight it’s
Gotta be me, it’s gotta be 9th
Your boy dropped some stuff and it was probably nice
But they need a little help, and a lot of advice
Quit while you’re ahead, you ain’t seein’ no bread and
Don’t sleep on us, you can sleep when you’re dead
And grateful, you didn’t live life hateful
Change for the better like the weather in April
Food for the soul, go ahead and grab a plateful
A heart full of hate, is a waste and disgraceful
Uh, don’t ingest, turn your stomach
When a brother only wanna see another brother plummet
Come with cha best and you can lose like the rest
Straight shots when I shoot how we do on the West

You know who we might be, man myth or M-C
But Murs sums it up best now, wouldn’t you agree?
I, stuck to the plate like it’s And1 and straight
Sew the mic around your neck and then bounce it off your face
With grace, the ace in the hole, replacin the old
Cause the new generation got a taste for some soul
Hold on to opinions ’til I tell you to have one
That mic wasn’t hot until the spot ’til I grabbed one
Off the stand now it’s off the hook
And when the beat is this nuts, then I’m off the books
Meaning, off the head, freestylin’ makin’ bread
And I shoulda been in a movie but I made my own instead
Still pioneering with this independent hustle
And your mic cord is much too short for you to tussle
For the man that pro like 40-Water, poured in remembrance
Of every hood soldier that died in ghetto tenements
Innocent ’til proven guilty
Should I die don’t look for the dude that killed me
Look for a brighter tomorrow, and in spite of the sorrow
Live every moment to the fullest so your life isn’t hollow
And you can holla out my name from the top of the game
And since you passed homey I promise I’ll do the same
For if a soul is avenged through the deeds of a friend
Then success has always been the best form of revenge