Dom
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
Whatever happened to Developing
Instead of the melodies
And the felonies
Even Helen sees
That mumble rap is whack
All of you
Stop the auto tunes
Get back to MCing
Quit the fucking singing
You're all Draking too Much
And faking too much
Go back to building yo Skills
Not building yo pills
I've got no tolerance
For dumbing down the Audience
With no intelligence
Please go back to rapping
I'll be happy
Once mumble rap Crumbles
Hip hop is in a jumble
You can't mumble hard
With your trouble bars
Take that shit to the Lumber yard
It's satirical rappers aren't Lyrical
When it's a miracle
They have a job it's Hysterical
When syllables are Invisible
But make it difficult
For those more lyrical
To be visible
Now it's more whimsical
For rappers to rap Minimal
It's so pitiful
When times become Biblical
And no rhymes makes Dimes
The shit blows my mind
When you combine
These charts for the Retards
Where's the punchlines
And the wordplay
Not the shit I heard all day
This is hip hop
Not kids bop
Knock this shit off
When your disc flops
Put your guns away
You boys can't play
With them toys
And bring noise
To ya name to get some Fame
You only bringing a knife
To a gun fight
Stop being the youngest Flexer
Go back to selling a record
And getting better
Instead of getting the Cheddar
Until you end up on a Stretcher
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
Now rappers my age
Act like it's Friday
In their driveway
And it's my way
Or the highway
With no rhyme in place
But the mic is great
So they like what they Make
The shit ain't right, it's a Disgrace
When you do right and Get no pay
There's a price to pay
When they take ya life Away
Just for dime and radio Play
Playing the same rodeo
Making it on the radio
Damn place is crazy yo
The ballet can't play me ho
With these fake Kanye's, Wayne's
Jay's and the Drake's
Sound the same and get Paid
How did you get fame to Yo name
With the same flows and Beats
That we know and play Every week
With the 1 syllable and Visable drugs
Everyone sounds exactly The same
How you get your damn Fame
With your brand names
Copying the same flow
And act like no one knows
It's one thing to have Influence
But half of you can't do Shit
With your rap music
And get a few hits
So you sing about green And lean
Just for the greed and Party scene
And then blow it like Charlie Sheen
Then act like no one Knows it
So you go and act stupid
And go act bad and do shit
Then use it for your new Shit
I know I've made my Mistakes
But I know it's a disgrace
Hard work becomes Useless
And turns into yard work
When the hard verse is Yard words
And the work doesn't pay Offf
The verse is just played off
As words that sound borin
Cause the words have no Foreigns
And the gold that fits the Sound
So it turns old and kids go Clown
About how real music Sounds
Now the kids start hatin
When kids don't know What great is
So they listen to the basic
Same hits in their Basement
Not knowing the Greatness
Of hip hop brings to the Bottom
The shit stops the Problems
And voices the Misunderstood
From the choices in the Hood
To the noises from the Wars
Of families torn from tragedies
In this world of Catastrophes
So when you rap and Mumble
Just be thankful and be Humble
That you ain't in the Struggle
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
Whatever happened to Developing
Instead of the melodies
And the felonies
Even Helen sees
That mumble rap is whack
All of you
Stop the auto tunes
Get back to MCing
Quit the fucking singing
You're all Draking too Much
And faking too much
Go back to building yo Skills
Not building yo pills
I've got no tolerance
For dumbing down the Audience
With no intelligence
Please go back to rapping
I'll be happy
Once mumble rap Crumbles
Hip hop is in a jumble
You can't mumble hard
With your trouble bars
Take that shit to the Lumber yard
It's satirical rappers aren't Lyrical
When it's a miracle
They have a job it's Hysterical
When syllables are Invisible
But make it difficult
For those more lyrical
To be visible
Now it's more whimsical
For rappers to rap Minimal
It's so pitiful
When times become Biblical
And no rhymes makes Dimes
The shit blows my mind
When you combine
These charts for the Retards
Where's the punchlines
And the wordplay
Not the shit I heard all day
This is hip hop
Not kids bop
Knock this shit off
When your disc flops
Put your guns away
You boys can't play
With them toys
And bring noise
To ya name to get some Fame
You only bringing a knife
To a gun fight
Stop being the youngest Flexer
Go back to selling a record
And getting better
Instead of getting the Cheddar
Until you end up on a Stretcher
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
Now rappers my age
Act like it's Friday
In their driveway
And it's my way
Or the highway
With no rhyme in place
But the mic is great
So they like what they Make
The shit ain't right, it's a Disgrace
When you do right and Get no pay
There's a price to pay
When they take ya life Away
Just for dime and radio Play
Playing the same rodeo
Making it on the radio
Damn place is crazy yo
The ballet can't play me ho
With these fake Kanye's, Wayne's
Jay's and the Drake's
Sound the same and get Paid
How did you get fame to Yo name
With the same flows and Beats
That we know and play Every week
With the 1 syllable and Visable drugs
Everyone sounds exactly The same
How you get your damn Fame
With your brand names
Copying the same flow
And act like no one knows
It's one thing to have Influence
But half of you can't do Shit
With your rap music
And get a few hits
So you sing about green And lean
Just for the greed and Party scene
And then blow it like Charlie Sheen
Then act like no one Knows it
So you go and act stupid
And go act bad and do shit
Then use it for your new Shit
I know I've made my Mistakes
But I know it's a disgrace
Hard work becomes Useless
And turns into yard work
When the hard verse is Yard words
And the work doesn't pay Offf
The verse is just played off
As words that sound borin
Cause the words have no Foreigns
And the gold that fits the Sound
So it turns old and kids go Clown
About how real music Sounds
Now the kids start hatin
When kids don't know What great is
So they listen to the basic
Same hits in their Basement
Not knowing the Greatness
Of hip hop brings to the Bottom
The shit stops the Problems
And voices the Misunderstood
From the choices in the Hood
To the noises from the Wars
Of families torn from tragedies
In this world of Catastrophes
So when you rap and Mumble
Just be thankful and be Humble
That you ain't in the Struggle
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
I'm taking out my bundle
Sack
Taking my jungle strap
This is death to mumble
Rap
The death to the trouble Rap
And the struggle rap
I'm taking a shovel to that
Get back to rap
You can't handle that
Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Peterson
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