Making Universal Raw Shit. MURS.
Making Underground Real Shit. MURS.
I saw MURS live in 2010 at the Bluebird in Denver. Sick Jacken opened. My girlfriend was crazy about MURS and said to me, "I'd fuck MURS." It was hilarious. As it turned out, she'd fuck anybody, but that is a different blog post altogether. MURS spit a rhyme dissing somebody and pointed his fingers at me when he delivered it. It was pretty intense. Fuck. I got dissed by MURS.
I love his music. God's Work. After Hours (fuck Anticon). Lookin' Fly. His music is inspiring to be honest. I also really dig his project The White Mandigos. It is the best fucking punk rock I have ever heard. His collabs with Tech N9ne are just legendary. He's one of my favorite emcees.
My favorite project of his was his collaboration with Terrence Martin and ironically, he mentioned in an interview it was his favorite album he did, but nobody liked it. I got dissed by MURS. It's No Surprise is my favorite song. I dropped that anthem at a Zozobra party in Santa Fe that I was dj'ing back when I was doing things with Meow Wolf and that track killed the club. It just drew people onto the dance floor and then they stayed there. Thank you, MURS.
I got dissed by MURS. Oh, and he's sick because he mentioned that he reads and prefers biographies, nonfiction, novels, and lots of newspapers, and one comic a day. I thought that was one of the dopest admissions in rap music. I hate the thug and baller mentality and the thrift store expensive aesthetic of MURS is truly extensive. Thank you, MURS.
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