On the on the on the bum-Rushy Rush Yuraiiiihhhh-aiiihhh-aiihh Out-out-out the fuckin grave I belong in the pen, where the truth comes to be No debate, I jus look, dont like to speak They cant breath, blood splash rushin fast U bitch nighas cant stop the bum rush, on the rushy My pen aint never been a pussy but it bleed on the pad when I speak Im a thought Starve em out n carvin mountains, run u should rush more im mount Rushmore Send ESPN all of my highlights n tell em this is my life Gifted with the punches u should have had somebody set me up A prize fight Rushy fueled by a different kind of pain, ohh Rushin thru the pain they cant steer Rushy, the rush thats in my being Word on the street, the storms comin, overdue Whisperin stories of the game I hold still the same dude, no time to acclimate truth is, It was over fo em before I even started grew up fast little nigha like Rushin, cold n unforgivin When I go rage, nighas cry, cus they cant handle my why Bitch nighas couldnt stop the bum-rush, on the rushy, they wishy washy, aint even see how rushy was bum-rushin in, fo goodness sake They aint even kno how rushy I be bum-rushin, aint no need fo discussion im the mad rush inside the bum-rushin blitz So fast its a blur, ur perception completely splits u see the speed, the impact, the unavoidable pain? Thats the signature move, branded in ur brain rushin me is a mistake Like playin Russian roulette, its a risk they take, u might jus get blown away, (boom-boom-boom) 1 wrong move n ur whole world goes to an early tomb u is bound to lose in every way Now u cant breath, Bloods a-splashin rushin fast When I start rushin, its a crazy wild rush they cant handle the pressure, its like a heart attack-er Rushy Rush Rushin, the concept of my existence, a constant state My reputation precedes me, sealed by a rushin fate Rushin, its how I exist, yeah, u insist Im rushin thru the rush They cant keep up, Im too much Rushin in, Im the rush they discuss they feel crushed When I strike its like a spike Rushin thru the night they cant fight cant keep pace U cant escape the rushin brap-brap, cat nap Rushin thru ur mind n thoughts u cant deny u cant ignore the rush that u adore the rush thats in my name thats on my brain the rush thats way too high My pens a goddamn rush A sudden rush of blood to the head when the pressure drops call the cops, they all soft like mops u see the blur, the speed, the unrelentin force? Thats the rush, leavin u lost buried 6 feet my stats, zero back downs Oh, that next 1s a 'O' not a zero Fo the circles I pen Round ya literally im jus goin in circles, round-n-round u cant get around, this aint ring-a-ring-a-rosie at NA meetings, in a circle sharin stories now Im runnin circles around these druggies With these lines, theres no equal, aint no point in drawin parallels I fire rounds on carousels But carry on, I be goin over heads, they trippin now Yuraiiiihhhh-aiiihhh-aiihh Out-out-out the fuckin grave