Push It Away

I use to wanna be on Soul Train

Till I got up on Soul Train

And found out Soul Train

Was nothing like a Soul Train

Now I wanna push it away

I use to wanna be a Rap Singer

Till I started Rap Singing

And found out Rap Singing

Was nothing like Rap Singing

Now I wanna push it away

We in the place where cat's yacking, busting for a fat sack

Your gat's packed, they hitting back

Spitting, you ain't getting that

I'm coming close to any flow that I kick

I'm throwing, Petey got me on tape boning your Bitch

I'm so sick, hit the button and get the buzz and hit the club

Mr. Martin the dirty rotten scoundrel that you wish you was

It's still Cypher, I and cock them steel pipes

Ya' feel Cyph

Knock your block off then Oh shit, he done "done" it again

My mouth is fully loaded like this gun burning my lead

Turning your heads, like finding out your girl is "Les"

And Cyph got the bitch in the bed, spreading leg's giving me head

I rock with Petey, bitch

Cause when I rock with Petey

Petey got me on that verbalist shit

This murderous pen, A full course meal with Deserving you end

Son, the way you swerving the Benz

Let me catch you outside and curb stomp you and your man's

Fuck pretend, 'round her Son it's real now

It's real now

Motherfucker I said it's real now

So cut the bullshit

Fuck it you ain't fooling shit

Faggots, when you see us

Start shitting while you growing spit

And who the hell is you to charge and lean

When we the illest motherfuckers rocking, step in the game

Right through the door

Put your hair right on the floor

The same way I put nine inches through the ass of your whore

Passion is raw

Even though I smash on your jaw

We laughing at y'all

Y'all pussies, fuck blasting at y'all

I use to wanna be on Soul Train

Till I got up on Soul Train

And found out Soul Train

Was nothing like a Soul Train

Now I wanna push it away

I use to wonder why my folk be sipping syrup, and syr-syrup

Like Aunt Jemima Syrup, and nope

That ain't the same kinda syrup

I'm mean, when I finally hit me some syrup

Found out why they were sipping on syrup

Um, earl

I earled right in front of a girl

She was a pretty girl, not just any girl

I was trying to get with the girl

And show the girl I'm the shit that I was

Up, fuck it, fuck her

Kick her to the curb

On to the next bitch

She ain't see me earl

Guess I still got my reputation with her

Come on chick

Before my stomach start b-burbelling and I have to earl again

Anyway yep, back to the subject

In here fucking with Shane, Wes Cyphers, Using up fifty-five track

Three o'clock, the session over

We gonna have to leave out in here

Simon told Butch, keep his eyes on that

Shit, I ain't scared

I ain't leaving here

Until I'm good and goddamn ready

And I don't I think I'm goddamn ready

Man, I'm steady

Coming up with more hot shit, the longer I stay in this bitch

So how y'all gonna fuck up that

Man, leave me alone

Let me stay where the fuck I'm at

Ain't nothing but some money

What's money, fuck money

Ain't nothing but some paper with some goddamn dead motherfuckers on it

Can't take it with ya' when they put ya' in the hole

And throw the goddamn dirt all over ya'