[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 click

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 pussy I get rid of you

Chemical unbalance ever since the umbilical

I be pullin' plugs nigga I ain't talkin' medical

Multiple flows like I'm writin wit some tentacles

Most of yall niggas was never respectable

I be moving all the currents nigga 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 motherfuckers 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 fucks 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 slick shit 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 teeth, 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 (butt) we turning the other cheek

Taking our shit to a higher level

AKA yall needa pipe down

Ya music belong where the plumber be

[Verse 6: J-R3d]

Fuck a beat nigga 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 nigga look at my stream

All this energy inside I need to release

I don't do this for a prize nigga i feed the beast and opinions don't Mean shit but they still get to me

Nigga 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 niggas made me mad now I'm standing on the ave wit a fuckin black mask fuck 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 bloody all ya hanker-chiefs nigga do you fancy

Bitch