Know that I'm runnin' the game (yeah)
Purple is all in my veins (yeah)
Coppin' a couple of chains (Woah)
Throw it, I'm makin' it rain
Yo, how come everybody in the
Game wanna rap like you
With the played out flow
I've been in the back
Killin' every damn track
And your rhymes all wack
How the f*ck y'all blow?
Well, this shit is all that I know (Uh)
Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes (yeah)
Gettin' unlimited hoes (Woah)
All of my diamonds are froze
Nah, you rap with venom and
Then you pack the rhythm
And every track will hit 'em and you blow
But you wack a little bit
Don't stack the syllables
You have to hit 'em with new flows
Like nah, homie I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag (yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag
And I be poppin' them tags
Like nah, everybody rap like that
Everybody wanna make a track like that
Everybody else in the game
Sound the goddamn same
And you won't kill a rap like that
Like where the word play
And the metaphors at?
What y'all make, I could never call rap
Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
And you mumblin' motherf*ckers had
Better fall back
Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Clearly we runnin' the game
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be
Numbin' your brain
It's f*ckin' insane and they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of f*ckin' discussion
Yeah, maybe right now but
It's not gonna last
Y'all better make room for
The prophets of rap
When they hear real shit, no copyin' that
And they all gon' see
Y'all rhymin' is wack
Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass
Gonna hit 'em with a bang
No stoppin' the crash
I don't wanna make bets
I'm droppin' the cash
I'm not gonna let y'all kill
Hip-hop in it's tracks
But we ain't even kill it it's evolved
F*ck the ones who came before us
I'ma show 'em how to ball
It's not evolution, y'all better cool it
F*ck mumble rap, we need a better movement
More real shit and way less pollution
Stop makin' music, that's the best solution
Y'all think you dope
But that's just delusion
Say you will, but y'all don't ever prove it
I'm the leader of the f*ckin' revolution
Go get prepared for y'all execution
Everybody wanna talk about the money and
The women that they be gettin'
But wanna kill it when they rap
Everybody wanna be the mack of the game
But you rappin' the same and I
Put 'em on they back
Everybody wanna be the best out
Wanna find the best route
Follow me, I put 'em on the map
If you really want to be the best in the game
Stop rappin' like everyone else on the track
Homie that's all that they want
Lovin' the money I flaunt (yeah, yeah)
Keepin' it short
Don't gotta give it a thought
Only the shit that I bought
F*ck that, you gotta stay different
Y'all think it's hot
But y'all straight trippin'
I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
I'm a f*ckin' artist
Who's done with all this
Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin' on this
Y'all leaned out, but y'all suck regardless
I'ma run up on 'em
Feelin' f*ckin' lawless
Better tuck your chain and
F*ckin' run your wallets
You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Who be killin' rappers, got no other option
Yeah they got green
But I'm a f*ckin' Goblin
Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Sensei with the rhymes
So give me the black belt
Got flame and the vibes that
Are makin' the track melt
Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous
I boom boom
Hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
I flow so relevant and show no benefit
A low blow
Bring 'em where the po-po never been
Mumble rappers shut your f*ckin' mouth
Fall back, don't make another sound
Tellin' me to f*ckin' dumb it down
But I'ma buck 'em all
I got a hundred rounds like brrrdt!
F*ck it
I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that
I miss the days when MC's would
Kill it and blaze a track
When flows were different and everybody
Would state some facts
And I ain't sayin' I'm the best
Just tryna save rap
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Vin Jay - Mumble Rapper Lyrics
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Know that I'm runnin' the game (yeah)
Purple is all in my veins (yeah)
Coppin' a couple of chains (Woah)
Throw it, I'm makin' it rain
Yo, how come everybody in the
Game wanna rap like you
With the played out flow
I've been in the back
Killin' every damn track
And your rhymes all wack
How the f*ck y'all blow?
Well, this shit is all that I know (Uh)
Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes (yeah)
Gettin' unlimited hoes (Woah)
All of my diamonds are froze
Nah, you rap with venom and
Then you pack the rhythm
And every track will hit 'em and you blow
But you wack a little bit
Don't stack the syllables
You have to hit 'em with new flows
Like nah, homie I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag (yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag
And I be poppin' them tags
Like nah, everybody rap like that
Everybody wanna make a track like that
Everybody else in the game
Sound the goddamn same
And you won't kill a rap like that
Like where the word play
And the metaphors at?
What y'all make, I could never call rap
Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
And you mumblin' motherf*ckers had
Better fall back
Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Clearly we runnin' the game
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be
Numbin' your brain
It's f*ckin' insane and they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of f*ckin' discussion
Yeah, maybe right now but
It's not gonna last
Y'all better make room for
The prophets of rap
When they hear real shit, no copyin' that
And they all gon' see
Y'all rhymin' is wack
Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass
Gonna hit 'em with a bang
No stoppin' the crash
I don't wanna make bets
I'm droppin' the cash
I'm not gonna let y'all kill
Hip-hop in it's tracks
But we ain't even kill it it's evolved
F*ck the ones who came before us
I'ma show 'em how to ball
It's not evolution, y'all better cool it
F*ck mumble rap, we need a better movement
More real shit and way less pollution
Stop makin' music, that's the best solution
Y'all think you dope
But that's just delusion
Say you will, but y'all don't ever prove it
I'm the leader of the f*ckin' revolution
Go get prepared for y'all execution
Everybody wanna talk about the money and
The women that they be gettin'
But wanna kill it when they rap
Everybody wanna be the mack of the game
But you rappin' the same and I
Put 'em on they back
Everybody wanna be the best out
Wanna find the best route
Follow me, I put 'em on the map
If you really want to be the best in the game
Stop rappin' like everyone else on the track
Homie that's all that they want
Lovin' the money I flaunt (yeah, yeah)
Keepin' it short
Don't gotta give it a thought
Only the shit that I bought
F*ck that, you gotta stay different
Y'all think it's hot
But y'all straight trippin'
I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
I'm a f*ckin' artist
Who's done with all this
Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin' on this
Y'all leaned out, but y'all suck regardless
I'ma run up on 'em
Feelin' f*ckin' lawless
Better tuck your chain and
F*ckin' run your wallets
You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Who be killin' rappers, got no other option
Yeah they got green
But I'm a f*ckin' Goblin
Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Sensei with the rhymes
So give me the black belt
Got flame and the vibes that
Are makin' the track melt
Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous
I boom boom
Hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
I flow so relevant and show no benefit
A low blow
Bring 'em where the po-po never been
Mumble rappers shut your f*ckin' mouth
Fall back, don't make another sound
Tellin' me to f*ckin' dumb it down
But I'ma buck 'em all
I got a hundred rounds like brrrdt!
F*ck it
I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that
I miss the days when MC's would
Kill it and blaze a track
When flows were different and everybody
Would state some facts
And I ain't sayin' I'm the best
Just tryna save rap
Purple is all in my veins (yeah)
Coppin' a couple of chains (Woah)
Throw it, I'm makin' it rain
Yo, how come everybody in the
Game wanna rap like you
With the played out flow
I've been in the back
Killin' every damn track
And your rhymes all wack
How the f*ck y'all blow?
Well, this shit is all that I know (Uh)
Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes (yeah)
Gettin' unlimited hoes (Woah)
All of my diamonds are froze
Nah, you rap with venom and
Then you pack the rhythm
And every track will hit 'em and you blow
But you wack a little bit
Don't stack the syllables
You have to hit 'em with new flows
Like nah, homie I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag (yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jag
And I be poppin' them tags
Like nah, everybody rap like that
Everybody wanna make a track like that
Everybody else in the game
Sound the goddamn same
And you won't kill a rap like that
Like where the word play
And the metaphors at?
What y'all make, I could never call rap
Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
And you mumblin' motherf*ckers had
Better fall back
Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Clearly we runnin' the game
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be
Numbin' your brain
It's f*ckin' insane and they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of f*ckin' discussion
Yeah, maybe right now but
It's not gonna last
Y'all better make room for
The prophets of rap
When they hear real shit, no copyin' that
And they all gon' see
Y'all rhymin' is wack
Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass
Gonna hit 'em with a bang
No stoppin' the crash
I don't wanna make bets
I'm droppin' the cash
I'm not gonna let y'all kill
Hip-hop in it's tracks
But we ain't even kill it it's evolved
F*ck the ones who came before us
I'ma show 'em how to ball
It's not evolution, y'all better cool it
F*ck mumble rap, we need a better movement
More real shit and way less pollution
Stop makin' music, that's the best solution
Y'all think you dope
But that's just delusion
Say you will, but y'all don't ever prove it
I'm the leader of the f*ckin' revolution
Go get prepared for y'all execution
Everybody wanna talk about the money and
The women that they be gettin'
But wanna kill it when they rap
Everybody wanna be the mack of the game
But you rappin' the same and I
Put 'em on they back
Everybody wanna be the best out
Wanna find the best route
Follow me, I put 'em on the map
If you really want to be the best in the game
Stop rappin' like everyone else on the track
Homie that's all that they want
Lovin' the money I flaunt (yeah, yeah)
Keepin' it short
Don't gotta give it a thought
Only the shit that I bought
F*ck that, you gotta stay different
Y'all think it's hot
But y'all straight trippin'
I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
I'm a f*ckin' artist
Who's done with all this
Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin' on this
Y'all leaned out, but y'all suck regardless
I'ma run up on 'em
Feelin' f*ckin' lawless
Better tuck your chain and
F*ckin' run your wallets
You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Who be killin' rappers, got no other option
Yeah they got green
But I'm a f*ckin' Goblin
Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Sensei with the rhymes
So give me the black belt
Got flame and the vibes that
Are makin' the track melt
Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous
I boom boom
Hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
I flow so relevant and show no benefit
A low blow
Bring 'em where the po-po never been
Mumble rappers shut your f*ckin' mouth
Fall back, don't make another sound
Tellin' me to f*ckin' dumb it down
But I'ma buck 'em all
I got a hundred rounds like brrrdt!
F*ck it
I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that
I miss the days when MC's would
Kill it and blaze a track
When flows were different and everybody
Would state some facts
And I ain't sayin' I'm the best
Just tryna save rap