| Uh, I’m going to on 'em
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| Yeah, I got a little surprise for 'em
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| Open up the all-seeing eye on 'em
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| Kill 'em all, throw a little lime on 'em
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| You know I get busy in this bitch huh
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| That’s why the competition never says shit huh
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| Keep your trap shut, homie it’s bad luck
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| They’ll find you chopped up in the back of a trash truck
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| The illest, ask us we came to kill it
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| You burn a village and stay just to rape and pillage
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| You know that feeling you get when you about to catch a body?
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| That’s the feeling I get when I walk into a party
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| I’m a monster — Ryu — but I’m more like Blanka
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| Going bonkers, break bones, destroy your car
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| Number one chief rocker, I’m the lord of the underground
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| I die every day, come alive when the sun’s down
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| The bumrush
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| They step to me but can’t stop the bumrush
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| Hey yo it’s easy for me to be unoptimistic literally
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| Even if I’m thirsty the glass is half full to me
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| I’m looking at the rest like it’s just air and opportunity
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| You’re just another reason for me to pull out my toolery
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| Croonery in my veins assumably interchange
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| A dungeon created Bane so how can you think he’s sane
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| I hit the open lane I’m Larry Csonka
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| Trucks tip Tonka, flip your little Honda
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| Filling up my trunk with pumps and lame chumps
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| Hitting all the bumps, I’m swerving way drunk
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| You see the sneakers in the back
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| Defeat em, I got it bad
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| I mean business, MC’s get a suit and a tag
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| State to state I’m dragging bacon by the pig boy
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| They fuck with me cause I murder all the killjoys
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| You know the feeling when I’m whooping that ass
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| We stay ready for the bumrush, heat in the dash
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| Just in time for the face-off
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| Funny how they thought this little giant fell asleep
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| Nah, colours on the move, I ain’t changed
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| Better time to unleash boy
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| Bodies on the street cause I can always smell the beef
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| And fresh food is part of my next move
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| you parakeets kill and crush groove
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| Yeah that’s Tak, hear that? |
| Scat and clear that block
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| Cause I’m selfish watch, ain’t no way I’d share that spot
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| Man I’m slicker than Lionel Richie in peril
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| From the sand your blood’s dripping like whisky in the barrel
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| With a fantasy, now let’s be honest and never hide the fact
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| That most of you little clowns ain’t down with this type of rap
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| Now I don’t give an F cause I’m not even impressed
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| I don’t bother with styles, solid product of intellect
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| So any time I speak my people give me respect
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| Yeah split 'em with one push, this ain’t no fun stuff
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| The bumrush |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Bumrush , by - RYU. Song from the album Tanks for the Memories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп