[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 shit any means necessary

Yes its scary, that is had to come to this

Couldn't call this simba, I won't ever run from shit

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 shit used to be

Used to be n***ass spitting truthfully

Over your head, nothing was ever what it seems
Now, y'all ripping the shit 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 bastards 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 motherfucker 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 bitch

He throw an alley then know I'm bout to finish it

Bitches cringe with the authority I finish with

I got them car on car bars finished whips

And I already got that bread man ginger shit

On a yacht by swordfish with a ginger bitch
Kicking n***as off the boat palance style trini shit

Stacy adams footprint sucka thats trendy shit

Hash tags then nice after mufasa jr

On bended knee the game needed a proper suitor

Too many n***as fucked this bitch 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 shit ripping all the tracks

With shit 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 pass 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 surpassing 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