Rushy... Rushy... Rush! Ayy Ay paint the room? I Picasso with the bloody brushes They see the masterpiece, start rushin fo the exits, crutches Im just doin me, Im on some Rushy-an roulette, spin it (spin it) u should start doin u, but u aint even finna finish, silly rabbit I set the pace, they cant detect a trace of this taste When I dissect a snake, collect the venom, put it on a plate, Bon Appétit! u look like u seen a ghost writer, well, I am the apparition Captain of this vessel, never leave the boat, Im on a fishin expedition Walk on water? Sht, both my feet can float But I give em hope like a life vest on the Titanic, its admitted Ain't no rules fo these heavyweights (nope!) Paint the room with ur messy face (doot doot doot doot doot) Im jus doin me (Rushy!) u should start doin u (u!) I stay focus on me (focus!) u stay focus on u… or get erased I eat a feature u see the growth? Its easy, my grafitti spoke in hieroglyphics on a steep slope Edgar Allan Poe? Better talent, tho Two burners, they met a while ago, thats my left n right hand, they sheet music Meet the devil, now eat this metal, sht is metabolical, thats a gym workout Said it simply, dont bet against me, its never logical, Im breakin legs, leave em unsure I'll make a corpse look alive, uh, move its arms n talk behind it (Mah, mah!) Thats ventrilo-questionin ur existence, Im way beyond it Bullets put the squeeze on a hater, thats the bear hugger, teddy bear picnic I dont even need to be me, I let the heater speak, its non-verbal linguistics Meet the beast, bullets ghost ride yo' whip, keep the sneak, thats a drive-by séance Im as graceful as 2 fours spinnin on a luxury rim, thats a death dance Forever been a force, y'all lit the torch inside my inner thoughts, now its a wildfire I dont scrimmage with amateurs Vision too vivid fo ur cameras, I break the lens with the mere thought of the picture Im jus Rushin, u should rush too Im too ocean, u jus puddle moves Peek-a-boo—now u hollow Like a chocolate Easter bunny… swallow! (Gulp!) Rushy the beast, ghost-ride ya fleet Sneak in the smoke—now ya seat in the breeze— Pull up with the truth, u spin out, cant handle the drift That shadow? Thats my shadow self, jus passed its drivin test U sidewalk chalk, I body art, turnin'l bloodstains into art Do u, but dont — 'fore u do, make sure u dough I float thru the smoke, huh (Float!) u look shook? That aint death, thats jus my ghost passin thru I walk with the dead — they my counselors, too (Uh-huh) Paintin the town red, with this messy face, aint no shame Doot doot doot My aura hit — u retracted, thought it was the Lawd, burst I flash like a kiss from a missile… Y’all frame me? Thats art theft, I bleed on the canvas
