Rushy... Rushy... Rush! Aye‑woah‑whoa Aint no need fo the “Im sorry” when Im ghostin, spectrin in the zone Droppin jewels I excommunicated the throne This aint by design, its by DNA, instinct like a snipers scope u thought it was luck? Nah, son—its karma with a .40 No innuendos, jus rhythms n these bars Im sprinklin—like sugar on a bribe Flower in the concrete, Im the bloom in the blight, lilac of the trap—nobody’s soil, Im the drought Tasteful? Im the main course with a side of dynamite—filet mignon fused with nitro While u tryna taste the clouds, Im minin moonrock, sellin dreams to the void n callin it work U said “consider the facts”, but facts dont flex like my swag Code of the Hustler: no regrets, jus rewrites—u thought u had a script? Im the villain in ur essay Tunnel vision, Im the asteroid in the orbit, collision course with the throne, aint no avoidin it u say “how this stoppin?”—Im the red light in the tunnel n the brakes? They’re strapped to my hip Rushy here, clockin vibes, not hours—ghost-produce the storm Rather be counted out till they rename the roll call—my names a war cry, not a footnote Had to reroute the plan when the universe glitched, now Im the firewall, ur chaos’s new prison Heard the sound of my grind? I been grounded since—how? Im too wired, my souls on overload Rush the game, dont test the waters—Im the drought, the flood, the leak in the dam U aint ready fo the backlash—call me a “prodigy”? Im ignitin the Galaxy This aint no verse, this a tesseract—Im in every dimension, flexin the same swag If u ride or die, no question in ur mind, but if u 2nd-guess? Im the problem, not the prize This aint luck, its a serendipity science A gut-feelin mathematics—no abacus, jus precision Tunneled so deep, the pressures a subterranean orchestra Tumblin like a dice in a loaded craps game Issue? Im the ink in the system, no paper, jus flames Code? live by the doppler effect of ambition— Stretchin the truth till its a rubberband sniper its infinite, like my shadow on the moon Im clockin in… i in Rushy? Nah, Im the missin letter in justice— Count me out? Go ahead, I’ll be the zero in ur infinity Re-routed? Check—now Im the wildcard in ur algorithm Grounded since? Ha, Im the storm in the pacifier Too high? Let me see… Im the stratosphere of ur surprise next time u duck, I’ll be the reflection in the puddle When u think you’re free, Im the gravity in ur bubble This aint a verse—its a multiverse in a teacup Sip it slow, or you’ll choke on the Rush-effect Rushy... Rushy... Rush!
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