Ooh yeah yeah "Rushyyy" Say, say Lately, all my sunny days been comin with a dark forecast My shadow got a shadow, guess we learnin how to stack n if the reaper come collectin, tell that boy to run it back Pops was a ghost, not Casper, more like a draft So when the law talk crazy, his jaw gettin re-aligned with a crack I aint doin no paternal leave, Im leavin em paternal-less Attack the track like a vertebrae, then I break its back Yeah Got a Eve on my forbidden fruit, she treat my Tree of Knowledge like a banana split She got her mouth around the whole garden, call that head of state Spit the apple seeds out, turned my bedroom to the Garden of Sin Original sinnin, Im Adam if he had a twin… n ate him Leave ya lookin like a diagram in health class Body parts on the wall, stick-figure his whole as Neck bone disconnected from the… whatchamacallit? Paramedics playin Tetris with the body, tryna solve it Gas to the cranium, premium unleaded, no ethanol My mind shaped like a V, Im a-head of y'all Thats a Chevron reference, u checkin my preference? I smoke u, u aint present, you're a past tense sentence Heh They say u cant box with God, 'less u got a longer reach Im on a stepladder with extendable arms, preach! Shrink the holy father, turn the trinity to 3 blind mice Then beat his as with his own halo, now thats a vicious cycle Sheesh I torch the bridge n walk the plank into the fire pit Screamin Rushy is a sage! My ashes are my manuscript Resurrect with a vengeance, tell em Jesus wept, but I jus smirked the dice is loaded, n the game is rigged, a dirty hustle Gotta die n hit "Continue," thats the 2nd life muscle Came back to the game feet-1st, as-backwards a breech birth, I was born to breach the verse tragedy’s my habitat, shadow dancin with the devils math No daddy lap, jus daddy issues – now authority figures gettin axe-attacks Eve bit the apple? I am the apple tree— Juice in my sac, snake talk, but I hiss with the MAC, u see? (BRRT!) Decapitations, Sex Ed diagrams—body parts, but the lesson aint passin me Medics screamin, "Call the coroner!"—my souls autopsy got a ghost in the cavity (Ooooh!) Rushy rise like Lazarus with a clip in the casket (pew!) Christ on my name? Nah, I walk on water—splash it (Splash!) Dice in the grave, snake eyes—I die twice jus to laugh at it (Heh!) Breached birth, feet 1st—reverse the curse like a backwards hat! (Ayy!) Pigskin in the endzone, but my soul playin rugby— Tear ligaments, holy ghost got a weak knee— (Dam!) Shotgun algebra—solve fo X when the lead plus me (X) Ayy, severed heads still noddin to the beat (Duh!) My shadow adapts—now its vampirin in the sun heat (Sss) Aint no father figure—jus Father Time with a stopwatch (Tick) I tick til his tock turn into Glock clocks— (pew!) Rushy back—feet 1st, breath cursed, death rehearsed! Im the Phoenix with a beak full of verses—burn worse! Game twice dead? I live in the hearse— (Skrrt!) Say my name right—Christ with a clip n a verse! "Rushyyy"
