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tumilz - dumb lyrics

verse 1 (tumilz kalashnikov)

name’s kalashnikov, what’s your f-ckin name too?
niqqa’s been hot since from the onset ‘fore they named you
don’t get your fire close like turpentine i’m flammable
i digest rhymes just to let the flows speak to you
you could get paralyzed if you dare to kick it too
you must be 6ft below ground level if i’m diggin you
dumb niqqa, better get the words i’m speaking through
it’s goose b-mps when i get travis on a video
got nothing with lizzie velasquez b-tches that ain’t beautiful
they all believe beauty lies within, that’s pitiful
to say something meaningful, i must try to get high
niqqas high like ethiopian airline then get crashed by
words bonded like hashtag
your b-tch gettin lashed back
bodybag these nuggets and zip them up in a large bag
i’m strange like doctor stephen
deranged from what i’m spitting
exchanged life with a demon just for a common price tag
a wild cat but with a heart of a capybara
see now mandan (man don) dey speak arikara
i dey reason 1 or 2
die for d matter.. oh god!
mehn no dey boast with lacasara
egomaniac like king henry iii
or leukemia if you claim sick in the head
who could save ya when i spit on your grave?
turned a braniac cos you listen to drake?
i’m the symptom of your mental illness
(dumb)
sip a lipton for perpetual brilliance
i play this like a habit just for the dummies to practice
six guns for parental fitness
you can imagine the wisdom i’m sharing
the vision imparing
decisions are scaring
collision is nearing
i spit like llamas for these copy cats
so i throw these funny lads for plasthic slash to body bag

(dumb!)

verse 2 (plasthic slash)

these n-gg-s is dumb trying to step to the don
we the n-gg-s that crept till the dawn while they slept till the morn
on neat sheets, we eat beats and regurgitate raps
lord help me, my next lp, dropping 48 tracks
people’s greed and evil deeds keep a young man on the run
tryna evade the long arm of the law and strong charm of the wh-r-
ha! hustle don’t stop, muscles don’t drop
how we get dollars rocking neck collars puzzles dumb cops
greet them with a strong handshake, they catch parkinson’s
screaming take a godd-mn break, ye gat washingtons
but the struggle still bitter like methamphetamine
opportunity knocks but once, better let am in
practice made perfect a wrestling champion
before i die, i’ll be great as guys that rest in pantheons
the dumb made way, the clever made a way
the very last of a dying breed but i’ll never fade away
n-gg-s see me and treat me like i’m zeus on the throne
but talk behind my back like my m-sseuse on the phone
now y’all hide when i show face like chibuzo’s tour guide
c-ckeyed, swinging a rawhide, leave you all hogtied
b-tch hating? we gon’ spray that b-tch like bukkake
in the suburbs,it’s all love, they that rich like to party
and bask in the sunshine like herrera on a beach
in the hood, it’s gun crimes, berettas on tha street
severe hardship, famillies sinking, it’s t-tanic
they say my track is left field, i’m thinking, “did i pan it?”
shots from luxury nissans driven by finicky broads
drivebys and counter drivebys, infiniti wars
girls dey call us players like we be carlos or we be baros
them say we be parrots but our species is viviparous
i bang one chic for novotel, she dey beg me, no go tell
sweet -ss opobo girl wey dey make my koboko swell

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