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Mum's the Word Video (MV)




Performed By: Craig Allen Fravel
Length: 2:35
Written by: Craig Fravel




Craig Allen Fravel - Mum's the Word Lyrics




Talent infusion
If it's gotta be whitey I guess I'ma do it
Don't get it twisted
I ain't here to be stealin' shit homie just listen
I got a bone that needs pickin'
Mumble rappers is the issue, and
No talent on the mic, shit
Anybody can speak gibberish
I don't respect all you bitches
Grew up with Snoop, Pac, and Biggie
Yo shit is blasphemy
Ya mind is so f*cked off that codeine and Hennessy
Can't even walk straight
Get yo mind straight
For I castrate
All you dudes before you impregnate
Some raggedy bitch that done fell for the bait

You makin' up shit on the fly
Just to rhyme
Cause you flyin' as high as a kite
You thinkin' it's slick
You bitches ain't shit
Jumblin' words
Makin' ya hits
You supposed to be a f*cking idol
Top of the totem
You too worried about yo pile
All of that money is pro tem
Call Webster cause I know that you couldn't decipher that last line
And it won't be the last time
Keep that shit by ya bedside
All y'all rap about is hoes and drugs, it's a crisis
Stop wearing them hand-me-down lyrics like y'all bitches fittin' in two different sizes

I treat my rhymes like it's fine wine
That shit takes time
Don't need no ghost writes
Doesn't sound like I need a lifeline
I ain't pointin' out names
But half y'all man you been signed
Be a professional
Fill up them decibels
With some organic flow
Lyricism is a lost art
Y'all wanna be a rockstar
Have some respect for yourself
Nothing but shit on the top charts
Mumble rappers are a cancer
Y'all know that shit is fact
When you get tired of them wasted beats, call me
You know where to find me at
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Talent infusion
If it's gotta be whitey I guess I'ma do it
Don't get it twisted
I ain't here to be stealin' shit homie just listen
I got a bone that needs pickin'
Mumble rappers is the issue, and
No talent on the mic, shit
Anybody can speak gibberish
I don't respect all you bitches
Grew up with Snoop, Pac, and Biggie
Yo shit is blasphemy
Ya mind is so f*cked off that codeine and Hennessy
Can't even walk straight
Get yo mind straight
For I castrate
All you dudes before you impregnate
Some raggedy bitch that done fell for the bait

You makin' up shit on the fly
Just to rhyme
Cause you flyin' as high as a kite
You thinkin' it's slick
You bitches ain't shit
Jumblin' words
Makin' ya hits
You supposed to be a f*cking idol
Top of the totem
You too worried about yo pile
All of that money is pro tem
Call Webster cause I know that you couldn't decipher that last line
And it won't be the last time
Keep that shit by ya bedside
All y'all rap about is hoes and drugs, it's a crisis
Stop wearing them hand-me-down lyrics like y'all bitches fittin' in two different sizes

I treat my rhymes like it's fine wine
That shit takes time
Don't need no ghost writes
Doesn't sound like I need a lifeline
I ain't pointin' out names
But half y'all man you been signed
Be a professional
Fill up them decibels
With some organic flow
Lyricism is a lost art
Y'all wanna be a rockstar
Have some respect for yourself
Nothing but shit on the top charts
Mumble rappers are a cancer
Y'all know that shit is fact
When you get tired of them wasted beats, call me
You know where to find me at
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Writer: Craig Fravel
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