If he’s not running circles around America as part of Paid Dues, the annual Hip Hop festival that he created and organized, he’s doing backflips across a stage in Budapest, or shaking hands with fans in Japan before catching a bullet train to a packed in-store performance. When he’s not on the road, he’s in the studio, feverishly adding album after album to a cavernous discography. From the rhymes in his notepad to the hair on his head, Murs is not your average rapper. Hell, he’s not your average guy. Never has been.