Rushy... Rushy... Rush!

Say, say

Im the livin dead that isnt dead, walkin dead in a coffin bed

My head is missin but the visions still ahead, its a contradiction

Im the livin dead but still eatin lead

Headless horseman ridin thread, still steppin history red isnt instead beheaded head is gettin aired his pen behead quicken him dead its neck repaired blissfully led receptive head himself despaired ting gets intense effects refresh—

u think u woke? Nah, u sleepin spread

Like a bedsheet ghost, but u jus the bed!

Im the nightmare tucked in ur brains duvet

Fate do ballet, twist like a DJ

Shadow creep where the streetlights dead

u tough talk? Man, u jus a pretzel

Twisted up, now u knot in the meddle!

Horror flick, but I aint no actor

Cold stare freeze like Arctic Factor

u brave? More like rabbit scamper

Hare today, gone like a chapter!

Phantom touch Im the hush

Crush ur ego like a pop can crush

u real? Man, u jus a crutch

Lean too hard, now u folded up!

I levitate in a sub-division, Rush got a plus-edition

Mind like Atlantis—sunk but still flush with the vision

Transcend the plane, but Im jet-lagged in the 5th dimension

Mundane to arcane, alchemist with the pen, got em suspended in tension

Sublime sphere Im sub-contractin the moons reflection

Cognition got GPS—lost but still steppin in perfection

Enlightenment Shh—I manifest like a monk on compression

Contentment scented, but Rushy still reekin of lesson n weapon

Creative zone like O-zone where the gas-gas-gas get invented

Unleash the beast, but the leash is a chain—y’all pretended

Potential essential, I craft the essential like inventions

Divine align Im cross-legged on Saturn’s rim, sippin suspension

Harmonious Hard on ya—state of mind like a boulder in motion

Embrace the divine I duckwalk on clouds, holy devotion

Align with the sublimeI defy it—rhyme is a potion

Exist where the time split—Rush in the sub, but the flow still oceanic

Ayy… Rushy in the cut like a shadow with a blade…

Ghost-writer, soul-biter, pray to who ya pray?

Im the livin dead with a missin head—how it bleed if it aint fed?

u woke but still in bed, ya dreams on life support like let it rest

Im the nightmare on ya block, Freddy wit the Pew-pow—cut ya sleepin

Twisted fate? Nah, Im the plot—script flipped, now the villain’s top

u claim alive, but u’re jus a tape—rewind me, I escape

Key in the lock but cant rotate, stuck in time like a broken date

Im the shadow on the wall, talkin shh but standin tall

u free but locked in thought, like a kite with no wind caught

Monster with a wicked bite—bite the bullet, bite

u think u strong? u’re a kite—storm come, u aint takin flight

Horror that u cant bear? Im the silence in ya stare

u brave? u’re a hare—scared stiff in the lions lair

Phantom with the cruel touch—fade ya pain to Dutch

u real? Nah, u’re a crutch—lean on me and feel the rush

Rushy the unseen

Came thru like a nightmare, left ya dreamin in a scream

"Rushyyyyyy"