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guts - rumr lyrics

[verse 1: mugen]
i been popping off the top
like mario off a goomba
cover ground like a roomba
pop, pop
fps like doom
pop, pop
shake it up, magnitude
you know i make that earfquake
whenever i create
every line land
like i’m working in real estate
berserk with my words
swing em like guts blade
no filler
they stiller than starsky and hutch
way back in the day
i took the way back
been a fleck (ben affleck) of dust
reincarnate that
stargate path
see me like “aye you!” (au)
cause the bars don’t lack
got gold
never slacking on my goals
but i pack another bowl
on track to stack the folds
won’t crack
keep the egg and yolk
got a bone to pick
got a phone to cl!ck
never get hung up
go ahead run up
rumr spit through the night til the sun up
ric my boy
tell ‘em what’s up

{verse 2: ric da vinci]
well let’s see here, technically speaking the sky is up but, ok if you’re ok then i’m ok ok? well what i mean is that if you’re ok with being ok with that then im ok, ok?
i mean the time is up for fight of flight
right to leave vs left or right
no direction when ya moral compass getting rearranged with this magnetism
venom seeping into system
face turn indigo
empty stock on ya like i’m in ya business
foul lines like free throw
give yall indigestion
in a second you gon’ second guess it
i’m too quick’n (quicken) make ya feel alone (a loan) like you getting to taxes
lyrical dystrophy to a muscle relaxer
has*beens in the trash bin
i’m a friend minus the r (i’m a fiend with it)
gotta be a lawyer the way im passin the bar
gotta be a rumr the way we carry a grudge
aaron judge, knockin it outta the park
king and a joker when i’m playing my cards

[verse 3: j*r3d]
it is safe to assume we get looney in tunes
daffy hit me up like what is the moves
he got 3 bitties and lola chillin in the pool
i told him i’m busy he said despicable
drippin wit the flood like i’m spittin from the biblical
reciprocal of cynical i’m hollow like a ventricle
this is no typical i split it like a kitchen tool
you could try to ridicule but p*ssy i get rid of you
chemical unbalance ever since the umbilical
i be pullin’ plugs n*gga i ain’t talkin’ medical
multiple flows like i’m writin wit some tentacles
most of yall n*ggas was never respectable
i be moving all the currents n*gga i’m electrical
incredible and credible my talent is impeccable
they be pushin weight yeah they got a pot belly
i be high in a state droppin hot heavy bars like hot potato oops guess you can’t catch that

[verse 4: mugen styles]
oh y’all motherf*ckers thought it was over
guts, guts, guts, guts
talk a lot, but do you got the guts
guts, guts, guts, guts
talk a lot, but do you got the guts
making music with the gusto
swinging on me like the bus door
with the rust no polish
got a system to abolish
no solids
i need to flow with the liquids
1, 2, 3
love, light, money
what the list is
fire off like a piston
world only f*cks you
if you get into position
swift with the incision
i’m cutting it to the core
i store up more energy
than your whole life could afford
timing is everything
that’s what i’m waiting for
i gotta bait the boar
i gotta slay the pig
gotta empower the people
we gotta eat the rich
if we living in the matrix
i’m figuring out a glitch
guts, guts, guts, guts
talk a lot, but do you got the guts

[verse 5: ric da vinci]
running ya mouth but you can’t walk with it
talking that sl!ck sh*t and get off to it
walking to nowhere cuz you not boss with it
falling in mid*air, i guess autumn did it, gotchu leaving from the way you mis*tree*ted hip*hop scene by spittin a 16 with this
lying though ya t**th, ya needa floss dearly (after each meal)
currently streaming this cold flow, i call this iced t
ice cube would strongly agree with the rumr of this being a smooth takeover, no vaseline
letting ya music do all the talking been a theme for turning reality to a dream
but (b*tt) we turning the other cheek
taking our sh*t to a higher level
aka yall needa pipe down
ya music belong where the plumber be

[verse 6: j*r3d]
f*ck a beat n*gga i don’t really need one
half yall favorite rappers are really diva’s
y’all could never pass me like a re*run
got this game down to a t n*gga look at my stream
all this energy inside i need to release
i don’t do this for a prize n*gga i feed the beast and opinions don’t mean sh*t but they still get to me
n*gga i listen live to all my critique so if i’m just alright on the mic i redeem
so i might lose a battle but the war victory
we can settle it with steel or wit rhyming similes i got infinite infantry waiting on reserve
i be spittin’ sun rays no tans just burn
this was never the plan but n*ggas made me mad now i’m standing on the ave wit a f*ckin black mask f*ck a tac got a knife i watch you bleed slow
this is the mark of the beast just look at my stam*pede
i pop through ya screens this is j*r3d
i will bl**dy all ya hanker*chiefs n*gga do you fancy
b*tch

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