Gravity Christ - The Bumrush lyrics

[Verse 1: Ryu] Uh, I'm going to [?] on 'em Yeah, I got a little surprise for 'em Open up the all-seeing eye on 'em k** 'em all, throw a little lime on 'em You know I get busy in this b**h huh That's why the competition never says sh** huh Keep your trap shut, homie it's bad luck They'll find you chopped up in the back of a trash truck The illest, ask us we came to k** it You burn a village and stay just to rape and pillage You know that feeling you get when you about to catch a body? That's the feeling I get when I walk into a party I'm a monster - Ryu - but I'm more like Blanka Going bonkers, break bones, destroy your car Number one chief rocker, I'm the lord of the underground I die every day, come alive when the sun's down [Hook] The bumrush They step to me but can't stop the bumrush [Verse 2: Gravity Christ] Hey yo it's easy for me to be an optimistic literally Even if I'm thirsty the gla** is half full to me I'm looking at the rest like it's just air and opportunity You're just another reason for me to pull out my toolery Croonery in my veins a**umably interchange A dungeon created Bane so how can you think he's sane I hit the open lane I'm Larry Csonka Trucks tip Tonka, flip your little Honda Filling up my trunk with pumps and lame chumps Hitting all the bumps, I'm swerving way drunk You see the sneakers in the back Defeat em, I got it bad I mean business, MC's get a suit and a tag State to state I'm dragging bacon by the pig boy They f** with me cause I murder all the k**joys You know the feeling when I'm whooping that a** We stay ready for the bumrush, heat in the dash [Verse 3: Tak] Just in time for the face-off Funny how they thought this little giant fell asleep Nah, colours on the move, I ain't changed Better time to unleash boy Bodies on the street cause I can always smell the beef And fresh food is part of my next move [?] you parakeets k** [?] and crush groove Yeah that's Tak, hear that scat and clear that block Cause I'm selfish watch, ain't no way I'd share that spot Man I'm slicker than Lionel Richie in peril From the sand your blood's dripping like whisky in the barrel With a fantasy, now let's be honest and never hide the fact That most of you little clowns ain't down with this type of rap Now I don't give an F cause I'm not even impressed I don't bother with styles, solid product of intellect So any time I speak my people give me respect Yeah split 'em with one push, this ain't no fun stuff The bumrush