Mumble Rapper Vs. Lyricist
Vin Jay Lyrics


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Know that I′m runnin' the game (Yeah)
Purple is all in my veins (Yeah)
Coppin′ a couple of chains (Woah)
Throw it, I'm makin' it rain

Yo, how come everybody in the game wanna rap like you
With the played out flow
I′ve been in the back, killin′ every damn track
And your rhymes all wack, how the fuck y'all blow?

Well, this shit is all I know (Uh)
Rappin′ 'bout bitches and clothes (Yeah)
Gettin′ unlimited hoes (Woah)
All of my diamonds are froze

Now you rap with venom and then you pack the rhythm
And every track will hit 'em and you blow
But you wack, a little bit, don′t stack the syllables
You have to hit 'em with new flows

Like naw, homie I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag (Yeah, yeah)
Tell ′em I′m whippin' the Jack
And I be poppin′ them tags

Like naw, everybody rap like that
Everybody wanna make a track like that
Everybody else in the game sound the God damn same
And you won't kill a rap like that
Like where the word play and the metaphors at?
What y′all make, I could never call rap
Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get ′em all back
And you mumblin' motherfuckers had better fall back

Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Clearly we′re runnin′ the game
Talkin' ′bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be numbin′ your brain
It's fuckin′ insane and they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808′s are bumpin′
It's end of fuckin′ discussion

Yeah, maybe right now but it's not gonna last
Y′all better make room for the prophets of rap
When they hear real shit no copyin' that
And they all gon′ see yo' rhymin' is wack
Y′all snakes, I′m choppin' the grass
Gonna hit ′em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash
I don′t wanna make bets, I'm droppin′ the cash
I'm not gonna let y'all kill hip-hop in its tracks

But we ain′t even kill it, it′s evolved
Fuck the ones who came before us
I'ma show ′em how to ball

It's not evolution, y′all better cool it
Fuck mumble rap, we need a better movement
More real shit and way less pollution
Stop makin' music, that′s the best solution
Y'all think you dope, but that's just illusion
Say you will, but I don′t ever prove it
I′m the leader of the fuckin' revolution
Go get prepared for y′all execution
Everybody wanna talk about the money and the
Women they be gettin' but wanna kill it when they rap
Everybody wanna be the mack of the game but
You rappin′ the same and I put 'em on they back
Everybody wanna be the best out,
Wanna find the best route, follow me, I put ′em on the map
If you really want to be the best in the
Game, stop rappin' like everyone else on the track

Homie that's all that they want
Lovin′ the money I flaunt (Yeah, yeah)
Keepin′ it short, don't gotta give it a thought
Only the shit that I bought

Fuck that, you gotta stay different
Y′all think it's hot, but y′all straight trippin'
I′m off the chain and my blade spinnin'
Y'all in the club while my paint drippin′
I′m a fuckin' artist, who′s done with all this
Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin′ on this
Y'all leaned out, but you suck regardless
I′ma run up on 'em, feelin' fuckin′ lawless
Better tuck your chain and fuckin′ run your wallets
You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Who be killin′ rappers, got no other option
Yeah they got green, but I'm a fuckin′ goblin
Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt
Got flame and the vibes that are makin′ the track melt
Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous
I bom bom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
I flow so relevant and show no benefit
A low blow, bring ′em on the po-po, never been
Mumble rappers shut your fuckin′ mouth
Fall back, don't make another sound
Tellin′ me to fuckin' dumb it down
But I′ma buck 'em all, I got a hundred rounds
Like blah!

Fuck it, I guess what I′m tryin' to say is that
I miss the days when MC's would kill it and blaze a track




When flows were different and everybody would state some facts
And I ain′t sayin′ I'm the best, just tryin′ to save rap

Overall Meaning

In the song "Mumble Rapper vs. Lyricist," Vin Jay takes on the role of the "lyricist" and criticizes the "mumble rappers" who dominate the current music scene. He starts off by boasting about his success in the rap game, claiming that he is "runin' the game" and has "purple in his veins." He also talks about buying chains and making it rain. Vin Jay then turns his attention to the mumble rappers, questioning why so many people want to rap like them. He criticizes their lack of creativity and rhyming ability, pointing out that their lyrics lack wordplay and metaphors, unlike classic rap albums from Big L or Big Pun. Vin Jay also criticizes the music in general, saying that it numbs the brain and creates pollution. He then calls for a "revolution" in the music industry and urges other rappers to stay different and avoid copying the same played-out flow.


The song highlights the tension between the different styles of rap that exist today. Vin Jay positions himself as a lyricist who values creativity, wordplay, and mastery of the English language. He criticizes "mumble rappers" who rely on simple rhyming and repetitive beats to create hits, and argues that the music industry needs a "better movement" with a focus on "real shit." By doing so, the song draws attention to the ongoing debate about what constitutes "good" rap music.


Line by Line Meaning

Know that I'm runnin' the game (Yeah)
I want everyone to understand that I am dominating the music industry.


Purple is all in my veins (Yeah)
My passion and creativity flow through me like a powerful force.


Coppin' a couple of chains (Woah)
I enjoy purchasing expensive jewelry as a symbol of my success.


Throw it, I'm makin' it rain
I love to showcase my wealth by tossing money in the air and making it rain.


Yo, how come everybody in the game wanna rap like you
Why does everyone in the music industry try to imitate my style of rapping?


With the played out flow
They use the same tired and repetitive flow in their songs.


I've been in the back, killin' every damn track
I have been silently working hard, delivering exceptional performances on every song.


And your rhymes all wack, how the fuck y'all blow?
Your lyrics are terrible, so how did you even become successful?


Well, this shit is all I know (Uh)
I have dedicated my life to the craft of rapping, and it's all I truly understand.


Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes (Yeah)
My music often revolves around topics like women and fashion.


Gettin' unlimited hoes (Woah)
I attract an endless number of attractive women.


All of my diamonds are froze
I own a collection of diamond jewelry that is frozen with brilliance.


Now you rap with venom and then you pack the rhythm
You deliver your verses with intensity and precision, captivating the audience.


And every track will hit 'em and you blow
Your songs resonate with the listeners, leading to your success.


But you wack, a little bit, don't stack the syllables
However, your skills are lacking, and you fail to use complex rhyme schemes.


You have to hit 'em with new flows
In order to stand out, you need to introduce fresh and innovative rap flows.


Like naw, homie I'm in it for cash
No, my friend, I am solely focused on accumulating wealth through my music career.


Just wanna get me a bag (Yeah, yeah)
My primary goal is to earn a significant amount of money.


Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jack
Inform everyone that I am driving an expensive car, such as a Jack.


And I be poppin' them tags
I frequently purchase expensive items and remove the price tags with pride.


Like naw, everybody rap like that
No, everyone tries to emulate the same style of rapping.


Everybody wanna make a track like that
Every artist aspires to create a song with a similar sound.


Everybody else in the game sound the God damn same
The rest of the music industry lacks originality and all sounds identical.


And you won't kill a rap like that
You will not succeed in delivering a remarkable rap performance with that style.


Like where the word play and the metaphors at?
What happened to the clever wordplay and metaphorical language in rap?


What y'all make, I could never call rap
I do not consider what you create as true rap music.


Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
I will honor the legacies of legendary rappers like Big L and Big Pun.


And you mumblin' motherfuckers had better fall back
You incoherent rappers better retreat and step back.


Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Sorry, but the situation will not improve.


Clearly we're runnin' the game
It is evident that we are the ones controlling the music industry.


Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Our lyrics often revolve around subjects like women and expensive jewelry.


Droppin' that shit that be numbin' your brain
We release music that has a mind-numbing effect on the listeners.


It's fuckin' insane and they love it
It's incredibly crazy, yet the audience is captivated and appreciates it.


We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
We do not need to utter a single word to maintain our influence.


Long as 808's are bumpin'
As long as the deep bass from the 808 drums is playing, we are satisfied.


It's end of fuckin' discussion
There is no more debate or argument on this matter.


Yeah, maybe right now but it's not gonna last
While you may currently have success, it will not be sustained in the long run.


Y'all better make room for the prophets of rap
Prepare yourselves to acknowledge the true leaders and visionaries of the rap genre.


When they hear real shit no copyin' that
Once they experience authentic and genuine rap, they will realize its value and stop imitating.


And they all gon' see yo' rhymin' is wack
Everyone will recognize that your rhyming skills are subpar and unimpressive.


Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass
You are all deceitful individuals, but I am exposing your true nature.


Gonna hit 'em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash
I will shock everyone with a powerful impact, impossible to ignore.


I don't wanna make bets, I'm droppin' the cash
I do not wish to make wagers, but I am willing to invest my money.


I'm not gonna let y'all kill hip-hop in its tracks
I will prevent you from destroying the essence of hip-hop.


But we ain't even kill it, it's evolved
We have not extinguished it, rather hip-hop has undergone an evolution.


Fuck the ones who came before us
Disregard the previous generation of artists.


I'ma show 'em how to ball
I will demonstrate how to succeed and excel in this industry.


It's not evolution, y'all better cool it
This is not true evolution, and you should calm yourselves.


Fuck mumble rap, we need a better movement
Ignore mumbling rap and strive for a more substantial and impactful movement.


More real shit and way less pollution
We require more authentic and genuine music, eliminating the pollution of meaningless songs.


Stop makin' music, that's the best solution
It would be best if you ceased producing music altogether.


Y'all think you dope, but that's just illusion
You believe you are exceptional, but it is merely an illusion.


Say you will, but I don't ever prove it
You make promises, but you never back them up with evidence or action.


I'm the leader of the fuckin' revolution
I am the one spearheading this revolutionary movement.


Go get prepared for y'all execution
Brace yourselves for your impending downfall and defeat.


Everybody wanna talk about the money and the
Everyone is obsessed with discussing wealth and


Women they be gettin' but wanna kill it when they rap
The women they attract, but when it comes to their rapping skills, they want to destroy it


Everybody wanna be the mack of the game but
Everyone desires to be the dominant figure in the music industry, but


You rappin' the same and I put 'em on they back
You have the same repetitive style, while I deliver unique and compelling performances.


Everybody wanna be the best out,
Everyone strives to be the top artist,


Wanna find the best route, follow me, I put 'em on the map
Seeking the best path to success, they should follow my example as I have paved the way for them.


If you really want to be the best in the
If you genuinely aspire to become the finest in the


Game, stop rappin' like everyone else on the track
industry, abandon the habit of rapping like every other artist.


Homie that's all that they want
My friend, that's all they desire.


Lovin' the money I flaunt (Yeah, yeah)
They adore the wealth and luxury that I proudly display.


Keepin' it short, don't gotta give it a thought
I keep my verses concise, without needing to contemplate much.


Only the shit that I bought
I only focus on material possessions that I have purchased.


Fuck that, you gotta stay different
No, you must strive to be unique and distinct.


Y'all think it's hot, but y'all straight trippin'
You believe it's amazing, but you are severely mistaken.


I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
I am unrestrained and unpredictable, and my words cut through like a spinning blade.


Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
While you are partying in the club, my artistic creations are captivating audiences.


I'm a fuckin' artist, who's done with all this
I am a true artist who is fed up with the current state of the industry.


Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin' on this
There is an overwhelming amount of terrible music, so I am aggressively attacking it.


Y'all leaned out, but you suck regardless
You may be under the influence of drugs, but your skills are still inadequate.


I'ma run up on 'em, feelin' fuckin' lawless
I will confront them with a fearless and rebellious attitude.


Better tuck your chain and fuckin' run your wallets
I suggest you protect your expensive jewelry and surrender your wallets.


You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Behold, I am the youngest visionary and leader in the rap industry.


Who be killin' rappers, got no other option
I have no choice but to eliminate inferior rappers through my superior skills.


Yeah they got green, but I'm a fuckin' goblin
Yes, they possess wealth, but I am insatiable and greedier.


Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Inform others about the emotions and experiences of your companion.


Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt
I am a master of my craft, so award me the highest achievement, the black belt.


Got flame and the vibes that are makin' the track melt
I possess an incredible energy and captivating vibes that melt the instrumental track.


Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
I am fully committed, regardless of the challenges or obstacles presented to me.


Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous
Inform a female individual that the way I rap is poisonous and deadly.


I bom bom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
I strike with force, providing indisputable evidence of my superiority.


I flow so relevant and show no benefit
My rap is highly relatable and carries no superficial advantages.


A low blow, bring 'em on the po-po, never been
I attack my opponents with cheap shots, leading them to involve law enforcement, which has never happened before.


Mumble rappers shut your fuckin' mouth
Mumble rappers, please keep silent and stop producing incoherent music.


Fall back, don't make another sound
Step away and refrain from uttering any further noises.


Tellin' me to fuckin' dumb it down
Advising me to lower my intellectual level in my music.


But I'ma buck 'em all, I got a hundred rounds
However, I will defy them all and fire a barrage of lyrical shots.


Fuck it, I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that
To sum it up, what I am attempting to express is...


I miss the days when MC's would kill it and blaze a track
I long for the times when MCs would deliver exceptional performances and create remarkable songs.


When flows were different and everybody would state some facts
Back when rap flows were unique, and artists would provide truthful and insightful lyrics.


And I ain't sayin' I'm the best, just tryin' to save rap
I'm not claiming to be the greatest, but rather attempting to rescue the essence of rap music.




Writer(s): Vincent Timothy Jacovelli, Daniel I Cisneros Acevedo

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Know that I'm runnin' the game (Yeah)
Purple is all in my veins (Yeah)
Coppin' a couple of chains (Woah)
Throw it, I'm makin' it rain
Yo, how come everybody in the game wanna rap like you
With the played out flow
I've been in the back, killin' every damn track
And your rhymes all wack, how the fuck y'all blow?
Well, this shit is all I know (Uh)
Rappin' 'bout bitches and clothes (Yeah)
Gettin' unlimited hoes (Woah)
All of my diamonds are froze
Now you rap with venom and then you pack the rhythm
And every track will hit 'em and you blow
But you wack, a little bit, don't stack the syllables
You have to hit 'em with new flows
Like naw, homie I'm in it for cash
Just wanna get me a bag (Yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em I'm whippin' the Jack
And I be poppin' them tags
Like naw, everybody rap like that
Everybody wanna make a track like that
Everybody else in the game sound the God damn same
And you won't kill a rap like that
Like where the word play and the metaphors at?
What y'all make, I could never call rap
Big L, Big Pun, I'ma get 'em all back
And you mumblin' motherfuckers had better fall back
Nah, homie it's not gonna change
Clearly we're runnin' the game
Talkin' 'bout women and chains
Droppin' that shit that be numbin' your brain
It's fuckin' insane and they love it
We ain't gotta rap or nothin'
Long as 808's are bumpin'
It's end of fuckin' discussion
Yeah, maybe right now but it's not gonna last
Y'all better make room for the prophets of rap
When they hear real shit no copyin' that
And they all gon' see yo' rhymin' is wack
Y'all snakes, I'm choppin' the grass
Gonna hit 'em with a bang, no stoppin' the crash
I don't wanna make bets, I'm droppin' the cash
I'm not gonna let y'all kill hip-hop in its tracks
But we ain't even kill it, it's evolved
Fuck the ones who came before us
I'ma show 'em how to ball
It's not evolution, y'all better cool it
Fuck mumble rap, we need a better movement
More real shit and way less pollution
Stop makin' music, that's the best solution
Y'all think you dope, but that's just illusion
Say you will, but I don't ever prove it
I'm the leader of the fuckin' revolution
Go get prepared for y'all execution
Everybody wanna talk about the money and the
Women they be gettin' but wanna kill it when they rap
Everybody wanna be the mack of the game but
You rappin' the same and I put 'em on they back
Everybody wanna be the best out,
Wanna find the best route, follow me, I put 'em on the map
If you really want to be the best in the
Game, stop rappin' like everyone else on the track
Homie that's all that they want
Lovin' the money I flaunt (Yeah, yeah)
Keepin' it short, don't gotta give it a thought
Only the shit that I bought
Fuck that, you gotta stay different
Y'all think it's hot, but y'all straight trippin'
I'm off the chain and my blade spinnin'
Y'all in the club while my paint drippin'
I'm a fuckin' artist, who's done with all this
Straight wack shit, so I'm bustin' on this
Y'all leaned out, but you suck regardless
I'ma run up on 'em, feelin' fuckin' lawless
Better tuck your chain and fuckin' run your wallets
You are now lookin' at the youngest prophet
Who be killin' rappers, got no other option
Yeah they got green, but I'm a fuckin' goblin
Tell 'em whatever your man felt
Sensei with the rhymes, so give me the black belt
Got flame and the vibes that are makin' the track melt
Goin' all in, dog, whatever they hand out
Like ho go tell a bitch, I flow so venomous
I bom bom, hit 'em with the stone-cold evidence
I flow so relevant and show no benefit
A low blow, bring 'em on the po-po, never been
Mumble rappers shut your fuckin' mouth
Fall back, don't make another sound
Tellin' me to fuckin' dumb it down
But I'ma buck 'em all, I got a hundred rounds
Like blah!
Fuck it, I guess what I'm tryin' to say is that
I miss the days when MC's would kill it and blaze a track
When flows were different and everybody would state some facts
And I ain't sayin' I'm the best, just tryin' to save rap
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