Clipping. Keep Pushing
[Verse 1]
When it all fell down
God bless the weight, inflation went ounce
Must've 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
Hop in the pot, then begged to get drowned, them
Wanna be sick, them bitches Munchausen
So let it whip
Livin' at thе top of the syndrome, placebo
Gеt you repo'd into thin gold
Ain't worth shit when the skin gone, and it been cold, and makin' money off of the impulse, they 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, unload the pack under the hood of the hatchback
Before you get snatched back, uh
[Chorus]
And everywhere you go
Just keep on pushing dope
However hard it's been
Get up and push again
[Verse 2]
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 shit's in your bloodstream, uh
Try to keep the pulse and the tempo
Just 'cause it's automatic don't mean that it is simple
Look, pimp, don't ever panic when a hoe is a nympho
You push so many keys that it's resembling Gitmo
Remember that place? Nobody else does
They like the past erased, so they can get buzzed
Makin' a dash today, onto the next plug
With enough cash to buy him out of the business, uh
[Chorus]
And everywhere you go
Just keep on pushing dope
However hard it's been
Get up and push again
[Verse 3]
When it all got kilt
Saw all the faces gracelessly tilt
Saw all the places laced with green wilt
What a disgrace for all that they built
Well, what that got to do wit' yo' millions?
If it ain't gold, get out of yo' 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, a semi in intervention
Then split the cone and keep the cola rollin', perfection
Break the law? Well, the work gotta stretch then
Ain't gotta sell the soft, give the work an erection
And gotta get it off or end up in correction
Get it to every jerk in the section, uh
[Chorus 2]
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 pushing work
Wherever you may roam
Just keep on pushing on
