SosMula - BABE RUTH

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{Intro}
Uh, uh
Aston Martin space coupe
Walking on Mars in my space boots
Welcome to the dark, ain't no Jesus
Knock them out the park like I'm Babe Ruth
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep

{Verse 1}
Aston Martin space coupe (Nyoom, nyoom)
Walking on Mars in my space boots (Beep, beep, beep)
Welcome to the dark, ain't no Jesus (No-no, no-no)
Knock them out the park like I'm Babe Ruth (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Military artillery (Gimmie that, gimmie that, gimmie that)
Guerilla warfare give your heart disease (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Your body shaking, Parkinson's disease (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
My shotty break 'em, hit your arteries (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

{Verse 2}
Dropping locations, I got no patience (No-no)
I'ma get that big body, I'ma go race it (Nyoon, nyoon)
Bitch I'm sipping big Wocky, I got no chaser (Splash, splash)
Bitch I'm outrageous, you niggas outdated (Ewok, fuck outta here)
I got that bust down, you got gold mouth plated (No-no, no-no)
I might update it, I might upgrade it (No-no, no-no)
I might upgrade her, I might fuck later (Splash, splash)
Bitch I'm off them drugs, I can't nut baby (Ewok, Ewok)

{Verse 3}
Ima pop a perc, I might go to Jupiter (Nyoon, nyoon)
She keep getting hurt, think she stupider (No-no, no-no)
Can't take you to the church, bitch I'm Lucifer (Ewok, Ewok, Ewok)
Kill you on the 31st, Freddy Kruger her (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
At the pent house, bitch I'm high over you (Nyoon, nyoon, nyoon)
Bitch so high, I could fly over you (Ewok, Ewok)
Fuck a bitch, I could never die over you (No-no, no-no)
I smoke a blunt and I'ma get over you (Ewok, Ewok)
Bitch I'm back on my bullshit
Mac with the full clip
You get clapped with the pool stick (Doo-doo-doo)
Turn your hat into cool whip (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Back to back in that cool whip (Nyoon, nyoon)
Black on black, got the cool kit (Nyoon, nyoon)
Metro match with these new sticks (Gimmie that, gimmie that)
Back to back, getting new clips (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

Release Date: December 02, 2022

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Vinicius Sosa (b. April 19, 1988), better known by his stage name SosMula, spent his nascent years in the favelas of São Paulo where he was given a rude introduction to the world. Immigrating to America in 1996 at the age of 8, Mula started a tumultuous state-to-state shuffle before eventually settling in Manhattan’s Upper East Side. SosMula’s sound developed in these new stomping grounds, fusing the dexterous slant-rhyme style of NYC rappers with the fiery spirit of the Spanish Harlem.

The transformation from Vinny Sosa to SosMula began in high school. Rapping by the tenth grade, his friends took notice and dubbed the emergent emcee “Sos.” Surrounded by hard-living, Sos was extremely motivated for success. The desire to better himself and his family grew into an unapologetic love for money and led to his self-christening as Sos Money. A stint in jail further honed his resolve, and refined his pseudonym; Sos Money became SosMula. Though the dollar-bill association may be standard practice in the hip-hop community, the name resonated on a deeper level with Mula’s spirit and ambition. He soon found himself shouting his signature “MULA!” war-cry over studio mixes. Mula is Sosa’s world:

from the way I dress to the way I talk. It’s my name but it’s my lifestyle.

Flashy yet focused, Sosa is an emcee frustrated with the game and the grind who sees participation and excellence as the only means of overcoming it.

Mula is well associated with another New York underground rapper ZillaKami, and the two have released several albums together under the group name City Morgue.