MUMBO Lyrics

Ahem

I'm sorry

Nast E. told me to kill you niggas

I had to, Nast E. Beats told me to kill you niggas

Yo kill these niggas!

Forgive me

R. Day

He half shaman and half showman, nigga

DON'T MISS

We half drama and half shonen nigga

This shit halfway a promise and half an omen

That when this hit connect it demolish any opponent

Shad like your favorite rapper but next to an exponent

The dopest like every component of the potion is potent

I pop in like hocus pocus and topple the fucking totem

As the chosen son of hip hop rise

Top of the morning nigga

Let me catch my breath again

'Till you fuckers get to forgetting who the bestest is

The Dub K daddy Nast E. is my next of kin

And why should y'all bump Rashad?

'Cause I'm sexy, bitch

I bring the ruckus next to restless recklessness

Until the green is in my pocket not my necklaces

We next and best the rest they impress me less

'Cause I'm a student of the game

Come and test me, bitch

The boom bap baby coming through with veteran rhymes

Fermented in wine

I'm only getting better with time

Impeccable rhetoric sheesh every letter and line

Will monkey flip a rapper with a DMV state of mind

I'm ahead of the curve

I ain't level my prime

We DON'T MISS when we shooting

This my letterman shine

Nigga I'm sick of the et cetera

Greatness would be settling

I set out for the best so it better me mine

I was parallel to the groove you niggas was perpendicular

A paradox the way the movement paralyze the listener

I spit some paragraphs you would struggle to paraphrase

The parable of a pair of niggas fucking up the game

We quick turn a pair of speakers into paraphernalia

The parasites getting paranoid I'm thinking they scared of him

We'll fuck up a paradigm like a twenty cent lick

And retreat into paradise bumping LOOSIES with your bitch

I'm a hippy hop soldier doing it for the culture

Weird, brash, and vocal

Too bold for poster

Too high the top is too close for comfort

Two bros a poet and a Nast E. motherfucker

Shango with thunder

Dumb flows in pockets

Mumbo for hunger

Blunt smoke exotic

My flows will shock the plugs out the socket

If pen is like a sword then mine's a fucking rocket

Look at the market the people is starving

So we feed 'em out the garden and do it for bargain

Nigga R. Day pull this jargon out the margins

And had the kids marching with no drill sargent

And I'm onto next when the world catch wind

It's no if ands or buts it's a matter of when

If rap was dead then it was just born again

So Nast E. Beats bring them horns back in

Motherfucker I'm him