Push It Away
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Would you mind?
If I confessed tonight?
And told the whole truth about it?
Would you mind?
If I confessed tonight?
And told the whole truth about it?
I used to wanna be on Soul Train
'Til I got up on Soul Train
And found out Soul Train
Was nothin' like a soul train
Now I wanna push it away
Used to wanna be a rap singer
'Til I started rap singin'
And found out rap singin'
Was nothin' like a rap singin'
Now I wanna push it away
We in a place where cats jack and blastin' for a fat sack
Get gats back, they hittin' back, spittin', you ain't gettin' that
Or comin' close to any flow that I kick
I'm throwin' shit, Peedi got me on tape bonin' your bitch
I'm so sick, hit the bud then get the buzz and hit the club
Mr. Mud, the dirty rotten scoundrel that you wish you was
It's still Cyph, rock opera, cockin' steel pipes
You feel Cyph? Knock your block off, then pick your wheels right
Oh shit, he done done it again
My mouth is fully loaded like this gun burnin' my leg
Turnin' your heads like findin' out your girl is les
And Cyph got the bitch in the bed spread legged givin' me head
I rock with Peedi, bitch, 'cause when I rock with Peedi
Peedi got me on that verbalist shit
This murderous pen, step aside, servin' it in
A full course meal with leftovers, serve it again
Preservin' your ends, son, the way you swerve in a Benz
Let me catch you outside and curb stomp you and your mans
Fuck pretend, 'round here, son, it's real now
I drill now, motherfucker, I said it's real now
So cut the bullshit, fuck it, you ain't foolin' shit
Faggots when you see us start shittin' while you droolin', spit
And who the hell is you to charge the lane
When we the illest motherfuckers rockin' steppin' the game?
Right through the door, put your head right on the floor
The same way I put nine inches through the ass of your whore
Passion is raw, even though I'm smashin' your jaw
We laughin' at y'all, y'all pussies, fuck splashin' at y'all
I used to wanna be on Soul Train
'Til I got up on Soul Train
And found out Soul Train
Was nothin' like a soul train
Now I wanna push it away
Used to wanna be a rap singer
'Til I started rap singin'
And found out rap singin'
Was nothin' like a rap singin'
Now I wanna push it away
I used to wonder why my folk be sippin' syrup, pink syrup, syrup
Like Aunt Jemima syrup, nerp, that ain't the same kinda syrup
I mean when I finally hit me some syrup
Found out why they was sippin' on syrup
Mmm, hurl, I hurl right in front of a girl
She was a pretty girl, not just any girl
I was tryna get with the girl and show the girl
The holy shit that I was
Uh, fuck it, fuck her, kick her to the curb
On to the next bitch, she ain't see me hurl
Guess I still got my reputation with her
Come on, chick, 'fore my stomach start burp-urblin'
And I have to hurl again
Anyway, yep, back to the subject
In here fuckin' with Shane, Westside, and Zack, yeah
Usin' up fifty-five track
Three o'clock, the session over, we gon' have to leave out here
Simon told Butch to keep his eyes on that
Shit, I ain't scared, I ain't leavin' here
'Til I'm good and goddamn ready
And I don't think I'm goddamn ready
Man, I'm steady, comin' up with more hot shit
The longer I stay in this bitch
So how y'all gon' fuck up that?
Man, leave me alone, let me stay where the fuck I'm at
Ain't nothin' but some money, what's money? Fuck money
Ain't nothin' but some paper with
Some goddamn dead motherfuckers on it
Can't take it with you when they put you in
The hole and throw the goddamn dirt on it
I used to wanna be on Soul Train
'Til I got up on Soul Train
And found out Soul Train
Was nothin' like a soul train
Now I wanna push it away
Used to wanna be a rap singer
'Til I started rap singin'
And found out rap singin'
Was nothin' like a rap singin'
Now I wanna push it away