viernes, 15 de noviembre de 2024

clipping. - Keep Pushing - 2024


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  1. When it all fell down
    God bless the weight inflation when ounce
    Must of just ate cause them became pounds
    Didn't hesitate them break themselves down
    Like them was late couldn't wait to get out them
    Spread all around the world the fiends found them
    Hopped in the pot them beg to get drowned them
    Wanna be sick them bitches Munchausen

    So let it whip
    Livin' at the top of the syndrome
    Placebo get you re-poed and the the thin gold
    Ain't worth shit when the skin gone and it been cold
    And making money off of the impulse
    Ain't nothin' but sinful
    But that need faith and
    Where they do that at
    The world is a wasteland
    The state is a rat trap
    Cheese and load the pack
    Under the hood of the hatchback
    Before you get snatched back

    And everywhere you go
    Just keep on pushing dope
    However hard it's been
    Get up and push again

    When it all went numb
    They all followed suit the juice was too dumb
    It's all up to you young blood
    They knew none
    'Bout what you do the truth is you
    Finna be one of them ones
    History is so funny
    It's only writ with ink that's on money
    So take a drink and hit the track running
    Don't need to think the shits in your bloodstream (Uh)

    Try to keep the pulse in the tempo
    Just cause it's automatic don't mean that it is simple
    A pimp don't ever panic
    When a ho is nympho
    You push so many keys that it resembling git'mo
    Remember that place
    Nobody else does
    They like the past erased
    So they can get buzzed
    Making a dash today
    On to the next plug
    With enough cash
    To buy him out of the business

    And everywhere you go
    Just keep on pushing dope
    However hard it's been
    Get up and push again

    When it all got kilt
    Saw all the faces gracelessly tilt
    Saw all the places laced wit green wilt
    What a disgrace for all that they built
    Well what that got to do with your millions
    If it ain't gold get out of your feelings
    Street got beef
    That's why you put grills in
    Show 'em them teeth
    Then shoot up they buildings
    That's what it do
    Livin' at the end of the sentence
    You run on with the commas
    And they won't even mention
    The po lookin' for quotes
    The semi an intervention
    It split the colon kept the cola rolling perfection
    Break the law
    Well the work gotta stretch then
    Ain't got to sell the soft
    Give the work an erection
    Then gotta get it off
    Or end up in correction
    Get it to every jerk in the section

    And everywhere you go
    Just keep on pushing dope
    However hard it's been
    Get up and push again
    And if you feeling hurt
    Just keep on pushin' work
    Wherever you may roam
    Just keep on pushin' on

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