Rushy... Rushy... Rush! ur btch-asss comments jus a feather, never broke the scale u tryna be me? Better grab a mirror, go n check the mail Im in bed with the opposition, thats a kinky detail So the end of my story? Yeah, thats a fairy tale Im ridin filthy, judge, the case is closed, they find me Guilty As charged, my conscience large, but my heart is Picasso, its-buildin-shtty Shotgun seat, my homie, he a demon Future tense, he might clip me, present tense, that thought jus silly Its a feelsy u cant describe, like a blind man watchin 3-D I shoot perfect from the arc, they still yell "Miss!" from the charity Foul lines? I get sick, cough up a verse, its a pandemic The shotty erase ya thoughts, leave ur wig lookin like Picasso, abstract, dam Body outlined in chalk, thats a masterpiece, call it street art, huh u a fool, learn from L's, Im a genius, learn from ur fck-ups, Im smart Every phrase I utter make the gutters on the skyscraper shake, bruh Told Satan, "Hold up, waiter, set a plate fo this hell-raker" "Whoever dont get fed today, its gon be a starvation, earth-shatterer" Hateful suckas, Im too cerebral, u jus too caveman, club-swingin bruisers Too deceitful, a money tree? Sht, thats jus roots fo a evil producer Not on ur side, u ordered in I done went overboard with sin, now Im walkin on water with Timbs on, no cruise ship u playin games? Think twice 'fore u slip that quarter in Aint no hurt like the family puttin boots to ur organs in Snooze thru beef, wake up in heaven, ur bed is made of clouds n let-him-rest-in Rule with peace? They'll handcuff peace n make u watch em double-cross u True stories dont need convincin, liars get the shotty n the score settled, Im relentless I shoot from the logo n only hit cerebral cortex They say I miss from the charity stripe—thats a bogus report, btch I get sick with these foul lines, Im throwin up verses The shotgun give u a 2nd mouth, now you're speakin in curses Outline his thoughts in chalk, then his body in cursive Mind blown, now his brilliant ideas are all over the curb, its… A work of art, a piece of street smarts I turned his gray matter to a mosaic, call that a fresh start, huh I watch u fall from ur high horse Hateful suckas, Im too celestial fo u terrestrial motherfckers Y'all are blind to the signs, I read the fine print in dead evidence Its ur own blood that'll leave u bleedin Cant back-n-forth me, my story's a straight line ur sht's a circle, a cycle of fake cries Rushy... Rushy... Rush!
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