[Hook: Mugen Styles]

You know that we got the Juice like Caprisuns

RIP to the Wrld and all the real ones

RUMR Mill, we been pushing ‘em out

Got a new hit for ya and it come with the bounce like

You know that we got the Juice like Caprisuns

RIP to the Wrld and all the real ones

RUMR Mill, we been pushing ‘em out

Got a new hit for ya and it come with the bounce like

[Verse 1: Mugen Styles]

I should live in Colorado

Aficionado of the bud

When my bro start running low

He act like Antonio (Banderas!)

Desperado

This girl she always whining (wine-ing)

Bout how she need more Moscato

Lil Genie love her the bottles, yeah

Got the energy of Minotaurs

We some Role Models

Mess with the bull

Get the horns

Full Throttle

I’m a Monster

Like Sully & Mike

All it takes is a Boo

To scare you off the mic

Ric, Mugen, R3d

That’s three, not divisible

Prime time for presentable rhymes

Lay out syllabus lines

I been schooling ‘em

Ruling ‘em uh

King status

I’m fly

Without an apparatus

Manifesting

A magician

I been packing rabbits into the hat

One go in, two come back

Who Dat Boy?

I’mma Creator (Tyler!)

Don’t lack noise

Packing power like a generator

[Bridge: Mugen Styles]

If you try to throw shade round here

Get you lights knocked out yah

If you acting out of pain and fear

Then I’mma have to bounce

If you try to throw shade round here

Get you lights knocked out yah

If you acting out of pain and fear

Then I’mma have to bounce

[Hook: Mugen Styles]

You know that we got the Juice like Caprisuns

RIP to the Wrld and all the real ones

RUMR Mill, we been pushing ‘em out

Got a new hit for ya and it come with the bounce like

[Verse 2: J-R3d]

Me and my niggas gettin bread, let’s toast

I don't do threats, I'll show up at your home

Niggas gon' code if they go against the code

Call me Nagato bitch I take out your soul

I don't feel them lil lying niggas, I'm grown

Only thing you pointing is the fucking remote

If you want smoke, I'll leave your body remote

Y'all are not controlling me, I dethrone

What's gotta hold of me, I'm in beast mode

Look at my penmanship, that is heat stroke

Displaying excellence nigga behold

They can try censor this but I explode

Off with a hunnit clips

Soft they be fumbling

Raw I'll be rumbling

Wall get to crumblin'

Broke niggas rummaging

Shoot em like its rum or gin

Slice em like its pumpernick

Woah, woah

You was never close

Woah, woah

Warm-hearted flow is cold

Woah, woah

You better back up or I

*kung fu sound effect*

Social Distancing bitch ugh

You don't got the spice to be fuckin' wit a sage

You don't got the bars that could lock me in a cage

You'll always be number 2 so I can erase

Learn your place boy

Hah

[Hook: Mugen Styles]

You know that we got the Juice like Caprisuns

RIP to the Wrld and all the real ones

RUMR Mill, we been pushing ‘em out

Got a new hit for ya and it come with the bounce like

[Verse 3: Ric Da Vinci]

They bumping us in the whip

As in they spreading RUMRs

We got a healthy dose of lyricism

As in we eat beats, self-produce, whatever you use

Mac, PC, a-dell

If you lookin for the sound

RUMR has it

I'm spazzin' on this like a short fuse

A hazmat suit required when you step in our booth

I'm Lincoln (linking) these shots together for theater like Booth

If you thinking of stomping on me with defeat I'm you shoes

But my buzz been spiking yeah I'mma just sting right through

Yeah this been marinating

Opposition begging for the manager like Karen baby

Composition been a proposition for me to not get the choppas Itching atchu like I’m sick with it

Make you do what you do when you put a dish in, addition by subtraction

Sub woofer from this beat be giving some traction

Keeping up with the RUMR Mill gon’ give you an asthma attack

Last on the track like caboose

Make you back out like scoliosis

I’m overdosing on lyricism this been a spiritual journey for listeners from cynical sinners

You think this is work for us

We eating some dinner

On track with the path and on track with the rhythm

Invisible to invincible

This mountain ain’t have a pinnacle

Tired of belittling talent while holding y’all up like a pillar

Well-rounded flow like cylinder

With a pen no ceiling to

Contain us from killing like pen-no-cillin do

Make y'all smile from bar like braces

Better brace yourself

Cleaning up music like fillings do

[Hook: Mugen Styles]

You know that we got the Juice like Caprisuns

RIP to the Wrld and all the real ones

RUMR Mill, we been pushing ‘em out

Got a new hit for ya and it come with the bounce like

You know that we got the Juice like Caprisuns

RIP to the Wrld and all the real ones

RUMR Mill, we been pushing ‘em out

Got a new hit for ya and it come with the bounce like

[Bridge: Mugen Styles]

If you try to throw shade round here

Get you lights knocked out yah

If you acting out of pain and fear

Then I’mma have to bounce