Humrush
A perfect place to practice the exciting art
Of - humming!
Humming in background
Hmm, hmm! Very interesting this thing
Coming and drumming there's
Hummingbirds with wings
And feathers of the same, so we flock much
Plus rock, so on and so such, I clutch this
Mic, to touch like an entire stadium
With my boys to aid me so we'll play
If you pay me some beats sound fickle rented
Jeep sounds sickenin to those with no soul
As I roll with my bickerin' (humming ends)
Bugle boy, bugle boy, toot your own horn
Frugal won't endure, as the talents was born
Minus, the John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name ain't my name
Cause X ain't permittin shit
I's no hypocrite, so yo, zip your lip
ZL be rippin, out we'll rip
No no no, shake your hip, or your rump
Forget about what I'm sayin
Pump your fist to the drum and
(Bert clears throat)
Humming in background
You could have sworn I was a
WHAT? A Penn Station pennybegger
I gots more songs than
Your neighborhood bootlegger
Swingin hard like a forty-deuce on a hooker
Cuter than Booker, a real good looker
(Bert laughs)
Yeah, a brown man is gettin down and
To this funky sound and you'll check it out
Subroc's the sound man
I'm just the R&B's beats kickers kickin lingo
Til comes, my payday
If rap was soccer I'd be Pele (humming ends)
Scorin hard I eat no porkchops or lard
So trust in me because you, trust in God
The Lord, bet I proves
Just began for this man
Cause the bills stay paid from
This mic within my hand
I'm not your average everyday
Cotton-pickin or bailin hay
Ho trickin brother who likes to eat chicken
Anyway, just hum along
As the drummer drums along
This I bring along, not to sing along
But just to (Bert laughs)
Humming in background
Hurry hurry hurry step right up
And I'll sing it
So bring it back and forth, just to swing it
I swing it, a voom to a hum can get smooth
So I choose to rock slow to amuse
(Bert laughs)
To the apex, I strides from LI strong
To the car new age, to rip raw
Need no rehearse, I bust fat styles galore
Self Universal Born Ruler Cypher Cee no more
Hear no more
(humming ends) Can no more, huh
I fear less or I guess
I toss or throw it up and when it
Drop I'm forced to blow it up
Give a little, take a little, grunt
Or fake a little
Pause you wanna counterfeit the
Kause ain't havin it (Bert clears throat)
(humming again) All your hopes cease
So listen closely HUSH i wrote boastin note
You can't stop the humrush
Bow, blowin up! One nine eight, X plus
And this is how we kicks it, for eighty deca
This is for the Gods, the
Gods, you don't stop, heh!