Mufasa Jr. by Tsunami da KingPin Lyrics
[Verse 1: Tsunami da KingPin]
The son of hip hop, watch out for its one true king
Hip hop has forgot I'm here to reenact the dream
Bring back the scene that only seems legendary
Dead & bury wack shit any means necessary
Yes its scary, that is had to come to this
Couldn't call this simba, I won't ever run from shit
Mufasa Jr. came from the actual jungle
Animamlistic the missing piece to the puzzle
Tell these rap cats they better get used to me
Hip hop gon' go back to what the shit used to be
Used to be niggass spitting truthfully
Over your head, nothing was ever what it seems
Now, y'all ripping the shit apart from it seams
Here to restore pride rock is the new king
Niggas walk down martin luther and they sing
Here to restore pride rock is the new king
Tsunami da kingpin mufasa jr
Growing danger to these wack bastards I'm a tumor
I'm an old school nigga I'm a tudor
Just think of me as a late bloomer
My motivation ain't mike Bloomberg
Just want them charlie sheen bars no loser
Haha Charlie sheen making me smirk now
I just want my place in the circle before it burn down
My m.v. niggas gon' understand that
The top motherfucker is where I'm supposed to stand at
The game represents where I'm supposed to land at
I'm african you hear this track no choice but to brand that
Gimmicks for the cash I can't understand that
Dow jones thinkers but the hearts really nasdaq
Using fissure on the ground underneath
Underground stole that concept from j. Heat
He fam tho, shogunate commission bitch
He throw an alley then know I'm bout to finish it
Bitches cringe with the authority I finish with
I got them car on car bars finished whips
And I already got that bread man ginger shit
On a yacht by swordfish with a ginger bitch
Kicking niggas off the boat palance style trini shit
Stacy adams footprint sucka thats trendy shit
Hash tags then nice after mufasa jr
On bended knee the game needed a proper suitor
Too many niggas fucked this bitch up, karma sutra
They bout fall off sparta style its karma loser
Home is where the heart is at
The beats be vacation homes man a lot of foreign cats
Don't know they way around it taking tourist laps
I be on My cat fight shit ripping all the tracks
With shit you get you b like I'm done dead
And that's without catching what went over your head
Don't fret I said, an explanation looms
The over your head chronicles is coming soon
To clear up any fog or haze in the air
I'm deep all the time not just inhaling the air
Puff Puff pass bars they flaming you hear
Long press on droids then you pressing the share
Tweeting who the eff is this he goes hard
One picture from many, nigga spits a collage
Jean michael basquiot message within the bars
Common sense wrote the book prefer being street smart
I excel in everything I plays my part well
Book smart stringer street wise Barksdale
My bite definitely surpassing my bark yell
I laugh cause the face of danger is where I dwell
The egos of the old guard stays scared
Ill turn you behemoths to an elephant grave yard
Pop off, son, yo what's up nigga
I stay wit a nala to fuk you up nigga
Me and the beat always wrestle we good friends
I just tackled the track, pinned ya again
Me and the beat always wrestle we good friends
I just tackled the track, pinned ya again
The son of hip hop, watch out for its one true king
Hip hop has forgot I'm here to reenact the dream
Bring back the scene that only seems legendary
Dead & bury wack shit any means necessary
Yes its scary, that is had to come to this
Couldn't call this simba, I won't ever run from shit
Mufasa Jr. came from the actual jungle
Animamlistic the missing piece to the puzzle
Tell these rap cats they better get used to me
Hip hop gon' go back to what the shit used to be
Used to be niggass spitting truthfully
Over your head, nothing was ever what it seems
Now, y'all ripping the shit apart from it seams
Here to restore pride rock is the new king
Niggas walk down martin luther and they sing
Here to restore pride rock is the new king
Tsunami da kingpin mufasa jr
Growing danger to these wack bastards I'm a tumor
I'm an old school nigga I'm a tudor
Just think of me as a late bloomer
My motivation ain't mike Bloomberg
Just want them charlie sheen bars no loser
Haha Charlie sheen making me smirk now
I just want my place in the circle before it burn down
My m.v. niggas gon' understand that
The top motherfucker is where I'm supposed to stand at
The game represents where I'm supposed to land at
I'm african you hear this track no choice but to brand that
Gimmicks for the cash I can't understand that
Dow jones thinkers but the hearts really nasdaq
Using fissure on the ground underneath
Underground stole that concept from j. Heat
He fam tho, shogunate commission bitch
He throw an alley then know I'm bout to finish it
Bitches cringe with the authority I finish with
I got them car on car bars finished whips
And I already got that bread man ginger shit
On a yacht by swordfish with a ginger bitch
Kicking niggas off the boat palance style trini shit
Stacy adams footprint sucka thats trendy shit
Hash tags then nice after mufasa jr
On bended knee the game needed a proper suitor
Too many niggas fucked this bitch up, karma sutra
They bout fall off sparta style its karma loser
Home is where the heart is at
The beats be vacation homes man a lot of foreign cats
Don't know they way around it taking tourist laps
I be on My cat fight shit ripping all the tracks
With shit you get you b like I'm done dead
And that's without catching what went over your head
Don't fret I said, an explanation looms
The over your head chronicles is coming soon
To clear up any fog or haze in the air
I'm deep all the time not just inhaling the air
Puff Puff pass bars they flaming you hear
Long press on droids then you pressing the share
Tweeting who the eff is this he goes hard
One picture from many, nigga spits a collage
Jean michael basquiot message within the bars
Common sense wrote the book prefer being street smart
I excel in everything I plays my part well
Book smart stringer street wise Barksdale
My bite definitely surpassing my bark yell
I laugh cause the face of danger is where I dwell
The egos of the old guard stays scared
Ill turn you behemoths to an elephant grave yard
Pop off, son, yo what's up nigga
I stay wit a nala to fuk you up nigga
Me and the beat always wrestle we good friends
I just tackled the track, pinned ya again
Me and the beat always wrestle we good friends
I just tackled the track, pinned ya again