Tsunami da KingPin - Mufasa Jr. lyrics

The son of hip hop
Watch out for it's one true king

Hip hop has forgot I'm here
To reenact the dream

Bring back the scene that
Only seems legendary

Dead & bury wack shit any means necessary

Yes it's scary, that is had to come to this
Couldn't call this simba
I won't ever run from shit

Mufasa Jr came from the actual jungle

Animamlistic the missing piece to the puzzle

Tell these rap cats they better
Get used to me



Hip hop gon' go back to what
The shit used to be

Used to be niggass spitting truthfully

Over your head
Nothing was ever what it seems

Now, y'all ripping the shit
Apart from it seams

Here to restore pride rock is the new king

Niggas walk down martin luther and they sing

Here to restore pride rock is the new king

Tsunami da kingpin mufasa jr

Growing danger to these wack
Bastards I'm a tumor
I'm an old school nigga I'm a tudor

Just think of me as a late bloomer

My motivation ain't mike Bloomberg

Just want them charlie sheen bars no loser

Haha Charlie sheen making me smirk now

I just want my place in the
Circle before it burn down

My mv niggas gon' understand that

The top motherfucker is where I'm
Supposed to stand at

The game represents where I'm
Supposed to land at

I'm african you hear this track no
Choice but to brand that

Gimmicks for the cash I can't understand that

Dow jones thinkers but the
Hearts really nasdaq

Using fissure on the ground underneath
Underground stole that concept from j heat

He fam tho, shogunate commission bitch

He throw an alley then know
I'm bout to finish it

Bitches cringe with the authority
I finish with

I got them car on car bars finished whips

And I already got that bread man ginger shit

On a yacht by swordfish with a ginger bitch

Kicking niggas off the boat
Palance style trini shit

Stacy adams footprint sucka thats trendy shit

Hash tags then nice after mufasa jr

On bended knee the game
Needed a proper suitor

Too many niggas fucked this bitch up
Karma sutra

They bout fall off sparta
Style it's karma loser

Home is where the heart is at

The beats be vacation homes man
A lot of foreign cats

Don't know they way around
It taking tourist laps

I be on My cat fight
Shit ripping all the tracks

With shit you get you b like I'm done dead

And that's without catching what
Went over your head

Don't fret I said, an explanation looms

The over your head chronicles is coming soon

To clear up any fog or haze in the air

I'm deep all the time not
Just inhaling the air

Puff Puff pass bars they flaming you hear

Long press on droids then
You pressing the share

Tweeting who the eff is this he goes hard

One picture from many, nigga spit's a collage

Jean Michael basquiot message within the bars

Common sense wrote the book
Prefer being street smart

I excel in everything I plays my part well

Book smart stringer street wise Barksdale

My bite definitely surpassing my bark yell

I laugh cause the face of
Danger is where I dwell

The egos of the old guard stays scared

Ill turn you behemoths to
An elephant grave yard

Pop off, son, yo what's up nigga

I stay wit a nala to fuk you up nigga

Me and the beat always
Wrestle we good friends

I just tackled the track, pinned ya again

Me and the beat always
Wrestle we good friends

I just tackled the track, pinned ya again