Cucho Bandito - Nu Nu lyrics

[Verse 1: Average Ju] I'm spitting this, with no wisdom teeth So this knowledge coming out will be kinda brief Holy word, the flows written in the Quran Geeky kid, Ju getting head while playing tron Lately it seems I've grown more to care less But I don't want to fade away and lose my relevance I've always been zany, a little far from crazy Rap is just another hobby Until it pays me Writing like a prophet; what I spit: Leviticus Seems like to me I'm my only nemesis It's my training day A.K. extend o I whack hoes like Kendo; Let me stop like an Endo On a pedestal, high like my ego They thought Average Ju was impossible like Shego Wyx. Watson, the bandit, and an Average guy. Our ambitions like Shenron just let us fly So when I die, Game Stop is where you bury me I hope you're listening to my moment of clarity [Verse 2: Cucho Bandito] This that A-bomb, Hiroshima Nagasaki Flow leaves destruction, Tohoku tsunami And when the waves hit, I'll be wasted Face it, this content complex, evolved from basic I'm spirited away, now you see my tastes b**h Third eye wide, other rappers face-less Been slept on, now I'm giving b**hes sedatives It takes time to grow, and time is relative Definite that all this energy I spit is positive On a straight path, yet dudes think I'm closeted But hoes don't, tengo mas a ocho Lyrical Spanglish, spit that beat hot like coco Oh no he's gone, back to simple similes Rewind my tracks back, and you hear the angels breeze So dope I taught these trees to speak Break bars with ease, so now Kid Buu's been released Fresh in the open air, my shine a potent glare Blinding, and rhyming revolution call me Robespierre My pencil, my sword, both made out of lead Fly like a bird f**ed up with what the h*mo sapiens said And I'll keep spitting indie, till the radios deaf Get dome so electric, call it radio head [Verse 3: Wyx Watson] We all got ambitions, I'm calling mine a manifest I'd rather pa** a test of life then really pa** a fist I can't be average, subconsciously thinking rap was an accident I asked myself what I plan to achieve after this (Tuh) My destination isn't physical, part of my dreams are pleasant The other half is too cynical It isn't difficult rocking it like a mineral But finding inspiration at the pinnacle Will be Will Watson make it? We'll see Will Wyx quit? We'll see If I leave my friends to chase my dreams Will you miss me? Constantly being compare to everyone All these comparisons can hop off my dick And go kiss my left nut What happened to being original and standing out? I'm on the podium, expressing my dreams like the King now I ain't talking Elvis, I'm talking Martin Will my Gina appear when the money starts to get brought in? I hope one day, I hope they finally get to know me They want me to pay attention; glad it isn't alimony Can't be someone who never amounts to nothing As much as I hate failure, God dammit I truly love it I'm too much of a go-getter, I go above it This my show-and-tell, now let me show you something