Ooh yeah yeah "Rushyyy" Im the livin dead that isnt dead, walkin dead in a coffin bed My head is missin but the visions still ahead, its a contradiction Im the livin dead but still eatin lead Headless horseman ridin thread, still steppin history red isnt instead beheaded head is gettin aired his pen behead quicken him dead its neck repaired blissfully led receptive head himself despaired ting gets intense effects refresh— u think u woke? Nah, u sleepin spread Like a bedsheet ghost, but u jus the bed! Im the nightmare tucked in ur brains duvet Fate do ballet, twist like a DJ Shadow creep where the streetlights dead u tough talk? Man, u jus a pretzel Twisted up, now u knot in the meddle! Horror flick, but I aint no actor Cold stare freeze like Arctic Factor u "brave"? More like rabbit scamper Hare today, gone like a chapter! Phantom touch? Nah, Im the hush Crush ur ego like a pop can crush u "real"? Man, u jus a crutch Lean too hard, now u folded up! I levitate in a sub-division, Rush got a plus-edition Mind like Atlantis—sunk but still flush with the vision Transcend the plane, but Im jet-lagged in the 5th dimension Mundane to arcane, alchemist with the pen, got em suspended in tension Sublime sphere? Nah, Im sub-contractin the moons reflection Cognition got GPS—lost but still steppin in perfection Enlightenment? Shh—I manifest like a monk on compression Contentment scented, but Rushy still reekin of lesson n weapon Creative zone? More like O-zone where the gas-gas-gas get invented Unleash the beast, but the leash is a chain—y’all pretended Potential essential? Nah, I craft the essential like inventions Divine align? Im cross-legged on Saturn’s rim, sippin suspension Heh Harmonious? Hard on ya—state of mind like a boulder in motion Embrace the divine? I duckwalk on clouds, holy devotion Align with the sublime? Nah, I defy it—rhyme is a potion Exist where the time split—Rush in the sub, but the flow still oceanic Ayy… Rushy in the cut like a shadow with a blade… Ghost-writer, soul-biter, pray to who ya pray? Im the livin dead with a missin head—how it bleed if it aint fed? u woke but still in bed, ya dreams on life support like let it rest Im the nightmare on ya block, Freddy wit the Pew-pow—cut ya sleepin Twisted fate? Nah, Im the plot—script flipped, now the villain’s top u claim alive, but u’re jus a tape—rewind me, I escape Key in the lock but cant rotate, stuck in time like a broken date Im the shadow on the wall, talkin shh but standin tall u free but locked in thought, like a kite with no wind caught Monster with a wicked bite—bite the bullet, bite u think u strong? u’re a kite—storm come, u aint takin flight Horror that u cant bear? Im the silence in ya stare u “brave”? u’re a hare—scared stiff in the lion’s lair Phantom with the cruel touch—fade ya pain to Dutch u “real”? Nah, u’re a crutch—lean on me and feel the rush Rushy the unseen Came thru like a nightmare, left ya dreamin in a scream Heh "Rushyyy"
