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.
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.
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