Rushy... Rushy... Rush!

Rushy... back from when time forgot how to tick...

The dead dont talk—unless they got a lick...

Back on my sht like I ghostwrote the concept of breath

Dudes is exes, Im textin death in cursive, no "x"

Packin piff in Everfresh—perfume in the casket

Chopped liver, but I serve it with a dash of asbestos

Mac with the clip I reload on regret

Leather vest? I wear the hides of men I haven’t met yet

Bullets airborne, feathers wet like a gospel choir

But this aint praise, its praise-the-muzzle — fire

Im bout to kill em twice, once fo lookin, twice fo lyin

Plannin wakes like a funeral home CEO when Im sighin

Caesar? I invented the salad, then blew up the Republic

Gorillas in line They aint primates—they my plug fo the psychics

Buddy, come get the liter, but ur meter’s runnin red

Choppa sound like zebras in traffic—stripe the block instead

Never lackin Nah—my backpack full of facts

Keep my back to the wall, so ur front got impact

They fiendin fo dope I cut it with miracles

Streets shook withdrawals — Im the sacrament, pockets biblical

Evolved? I skipped the monkey stage, no monkey bars

No magic—jus magnum in hand, castin stars

Shatter ur skull I prefer intellectual damage

Use ur brainpan as a speakerbox fo emotional baggage

All these btches dog? Then I kennel em deep

6 feet under — doghouse with a lease I dont keep

Dopest alive I dispense at the altar

Listen, jus soak up the vibe — I baptize with the auto

Woke at 5? 5 stages of grief, but I speedrun depression

Now Im burnin the bridges n the insurance investigators

Burners got multiple sides like schizophrenic geometry

Approach divine — Im the only theology

Totaled ur high? I jus repossessed ur aura

Bullets hit shoulders n thighs Thats minor fo the flora

Whats the difference? We aint even in the same ecosystem

U on the grassroots, Im dirtin God’s jeans—seam stress

U hate? Cool — but ur btch on my penis My Venus flytrap

Got a K — a heater named Serena, she serve like that

This sht sound like a brick? Nah — my voice is the mortar

Fck a plug I unplugged the matrix, vision HD

Cappin is laughable — unless u cap in 3D

U lackin Im stackin ur absence like receipts

Clap at u fo attitude — Im applaudin with heat

Ive risen out the dead — Im Lazarus with a lease

Gave out my bread Now the pigeons fly overseas — in peace?

Nah — 1 pecked out ur eye, he’s my overseas agent

u goofys misled

Might roll an L? I launder L’s into G’s

Serve it fresh like lobster in a lobotomy suite

Bullets burn ur chest? Thats jus my forever flame

Slept with the lions I tamed em — now they guard my patio

Spend my darkest days sharpenin blades like a blacksmith with PTSD

Holdin my chainsaw like its a diary — entries in red

Starvin to let the Ruger shoot Im on a hunger strike — grain-free

Run laps around em — every bars a hula hoop — brain freeze

Bullets on par? We playin golf on ur cemetery plot

Gonna drop a hole-in-1 right where ur knees used to squat

Vendetta season I planted it — crop yield insane

No better reason — jus revenge written in invisible ink n flame

Beretta squeezin — Im the Oath of the Glock-a-lotty

Shoot at ur jersey I retro-design ur name

Knock off the letters Now it jus spells pain

No better freedom I liberate ur last breath

Been in the kitchen? Yeah — cookin quarter kilos in death

Weirdos heart pump sugar I caramelize arteries

Runnin ya mouth? Thats free surgery — ventricles tearin

I splatted ur DNA across the Yacht-Master Custom engravin

Dudes drip-drip-drippin? Yeah — till they leak out the soles

Drop plasma? Thats jus my art show — bodies as canvasses

I brought this big rocket from Jesus — He signed the paperwork

U get the Shuttlesworth — blaze thru the atmosphere, no parachute

Goofys trippin on leans like Mrs. Butterworth

I drizzled that syrup — now they tremble in the waffles

Drop too much? I overdosed the whole block on truth

Now they talkin in smoke signals — I speak thru the roof

Fck it — heres a half clip in the tuck of ur belt

But I keep a Glock in the tuck of my soul — deepfelt

2 flavors in 1 zip Im bilingual in blood

Roll a tropical Dutch — coconut ash after the flood

Im high? How high? Im taller than the moons low tide

High as giraffe’s asss — where the clouds congregate n hide

Big burner pop I’ll turn ur block to Warzone with a soundtrack —

Rush... aint a name... its a reckonin...

They said I died? Nah — I was just restin my ammo...

Now the sermons are bullet points n the altar’s a body bag...

u believed in resurrection?

Look in the mirror... n say my name...

Rushy... Rushy... Rush!