Mongo Push

Album: Cabin By The Sea (2012)
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  • I took my sixteen bars to outer space so check my universe
    I'm a spell what the hell man taste a little curse
    I'm a word smith, you need a firm grip to rap your head around my shit
    Kill the joint and get a burnt lip
    See through tie dye L-S-D eyes got me in some trouble seeing double
    Take a breather while the cloud bubbles
    OK, I've caught my breath my lungs just need a rest
    Excuse me I digress, I need to get something off my chest
    I'm an emcee just a little differently dressed
    So if you really want us, better check your orthodontist
    I'm chattering your teeth kid, just trying to be honest
    Better take it from me said I spit so much heat, it put a chip in my teeth
    I got some different beliefs you sick of sounding antique
    Well write a rhyme to this beat
    It's like you're stuck up in the sixties flower child when I peace

    I said you look at me the wrong way and I say OK
    It doesn't bother me I wrap my head around the kush
    You're taking it the wrong way and I say OK, you're off on the wrong foot
    We call it mongo push
    You started off on the wrong foot,
    We call it mongo pushin'

    The dirty heads have got you jumping out your seats
    Dirty J and Duddy B don't hit the field without the cleats
    And with a little touch of Rome you're back at home
    You mix the three it's ecstasy you see I swear I'm never wrong
    And everybody wants a hook and wants a beat
    But I just got off the bus, I'm overdosing on the summer heat.
    I like the finer things like smoking on the finer weed
    I'm sipping on the stuff that makes me feel better than complete.
    One hundred and ten percent is what I give the game,
    Give me a year or two and your boy will be a household name.
    Bust in the scene I'm swinging up home runs
    And now I'm breaking hearts and writing records
    All good, all fun

    I said you look at me the wrong way and I say OK
    It doesn't bother me I wrap my head around the kush
    You're taking it the wrong way and I say OK
    You're off on the wrong foot, we call it mongo push
    You started off on the wrong foot
    We call it mongo push

    Exactly where I want to be
    Floating high on energy
    Drifting through the galaxy
    Death to those who challenge me
    I am not the enemy
    I am my own entity
    I grow exponentially
    Deepest roots, redwood tree
    Count my rings infinity
    I was here before B-C
    Earth's my home for now it seems
    But Mars is in my destiny
    I'm just floating high on steam
    I'll come down eventually
    Just to get some Listerine
    'Cause verbally I'm disgusting
    Future bright, diamond ring
    Shoes and hat always clean
    So far from reality I live my life like it's a dream
    Watch me fly endlessly
    Faster than a laser beam
    If you do not clap for me
    Probably 'cause you amputee

    You look at me the wrong way and I say OK
    It doesn't bother me I wrap my head around the kush
    You're taking it the wrong way and I say OK
    You're off on the wrong foot
    We call it mongo push
    You started off on the wrong foot
    We call it mongo pushin' Writer/s: DUSTIN BUSHNELL, JARED WATSON, LOUIE RICHARDS, ROMAN RAMIREZ
    Publisher: Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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