J. Cole - Mufasa Jr. lyrics

[Verse 1: Tsunami da KingPin] The son of hip hop, watch out for its 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 sh** any means necessary Yes its scary, that is had to come to this Couldn't call this simba, I won't ever run from sh** 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 sh** used to be Used to be n***a** spitting truthfully Over your head, nothing was ever what it seems Now, y'all ripping the sh** apart from it seams Here to restore pride rock is the new king n***as 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 ba*tards I'm a tumor I'm an old school n***a 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 m.v. n***as gon' understand that The top motherf**er 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 b**h He throw an alley then know I'm bout to finish it b**hes cringe with the authority I finish with I got them car on car bars finished whips And I already got that bread man ginger sh** On a yacht by swordfish with a ginger b**h Kicking n***as off the boat palance style trini sh** Stacy adams footprint s**a thats trendy sh** Hash tags then nice after mufasa jr On bended knee the game needed a proper suitor Too many n***as f**ed this b**h up, karma sutra They bout fall off sparta style its 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 sh** ripping all the tracks With sh** 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 pa** 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, n***a spits 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 surpa**ing 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 n***a I stay wit a nala to fuk you up n***a 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