What up thoughnIt's Murs, 9th WondernMurs 3:16, the 9th EditionnShut your fat mouth, and listennn[Verse 1]nAnticipation got the deck stacked against me since the outsetn9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yetnBut now it's my outlet, and it feels so good to them punk fansnWhen I'm still so hood, so good it's ridiculous, still iniculousnThat means three times doper than your favorite mc riding round with a chauffeurnThese niggas need Jesus, fuck it, niggas need OprahnAll this killing and this pimping and these foul ways of livingnSee, everyone's forgetting that the struggle's not overnI got sober, then got drunk againnGot my boy from Carolina, picked up the pennThrew my nuts on the finish line, I +cum+ to winnWhile you nothin' to lose, I'll shake you out your shoesnwith ease, with moves parallel to those and other threenCouldn't wait for George to make the new Star Wars scenenSo I made my own episode 3:16nTo answer all the rumors that been shooting through your groupnYes 9th really does make these beats on Fruity LoopsnBut what does that matter?, this is more than musicnBy buying this disc you have bought into a movementnNot a revolutionary, nothing but the truth I carrynchange if you want to change, that karma is for you to carrynAll I'm trying to do is lighten your loadnSo in between I'm getting faded, some of y'all getting blowednBut I couldn't fall off and lose sight of my goalsnSo I got sober, got drunk againnMurs 3:16, let the fun begin