Rushy... Rushy... Rush! Aye ayy I took ur globe, that asss-terrord, pressed it flat like a pancake map Took ur oxygen, left the aftermath, thats a spatial trap Rush was born deceased, thats why nothin phases me, Im past that Im in the past tense till the present crash, see? Im a fallen angel with a forward planner, Im the fckin trail-blazeer Soul over scrolls, thats the holy data, the gospel I gave ya This aint a lesson, nah, this a body-collection, a death-lecture My calibre's measured in trauma-pressure, turn ur brain to egg-scrambler Unload the toolie, make ur dome-piece look like a faucet fixture, uh? Rushy monsoon, make ur block an ark, Im settin wreck-ords, scripture I pull strings with no stings attached, no bledda' money stretch further than stretch Arm-arm-arm-strong leather Got btches evaporatin, call it liquid weather, Goddam it Make her spinal cord curl up like a question-mark feather My dics the answer, she's the test, put it to the weather pressure She absorb the lesson, call it osmo-sis pleasure, Goddam it Im the air in ur lungs, then I vanish like a ghost, whatever My thoughts connect constellations y'all cant even spell yet... severed Like a head from the body, disconnected from the endeavor Cry hemoglobin in the drink, its a shark feedin time Cannonball in, 20 washed ashore, they finished, deceased Eat the flesh, collect the molars, pluck the optics, make em mine My walls got skulls of extinct species, a hundred kinds A mummy tomb like in Predator, a shrine n some of em mine, from my other timelines I time-jump jus to hunt my other I's, terminate the designs Kill a dozen, stand alone like the sun n I shine Reducin truth to the atom, u get used to the abyss Calloused hands, catchin bats but I dont use a mitt, Im gifted Read ur future, caught the curveball 'fore he pitched the sht Grab the shears, get the lawn trimmin I was only snippin fo a half-minute Turned the Amazon to a backyard, I jus flattened it I excavate hidden ruins from my last expedition The 1st breath n the last breathin, shiftin dimensions The Holy 1 has risen, on a 3rd-string mission In a 10-minute vision-quest, I'll map the whole planet I'll lick the venom from the back of a magic amphibian, Im savage... ghostin my own grave, 6-foot plot too shallow fo this hollow soul double-dippin Spirit flip a coin, heads I haunt, tails I taunt—btch, Im the reaper reapin my own crops trippin Rush... Rush... snatch the air u need Rush... Rush... leave u bleedin seeds Double life, kill the other me Soul scarred deep, cant nobody see... Rush... Rush... snatch the air u need Rush... Rush... leave u bleedin seeds Double life, kill the other me Soul scarred deep, cant nobody see... Rushy... Rushy... Rush!
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