Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Push Thru, artist - Talib Kweli. Album song Prisoner of Conscious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 3D, Javotti Media
Song language: English
Push Thru |
High rises, day breaks |
Clouds hide the sun’s rays |
Quick sand and mistakes |
Smash walls to get through |
I fight the good fight |
Even on the bad days |
It’s darkest before light |
I’m gonna push through |
Turbo charged bars |
Slot cars on tracks, falling off, game stars in these rap wars |
Ain’t nothing band-aids won’t cover |
Touring with 7D coverage |
Live bands, two buses, my own cash |
No budget, no major label fundings, Jets baby |
We went from crawling to walking to running |
You can’t see nothing, you under gag order |
Hopping out of Audi’s hurting y’all with kicks, I’m the Transporter |
Think about it, never mind, you ain’t gotta |
I’m already on some whole other, word to yo mufuckin self |
Nobody else gon’do it for ya, nobody else |
Every now and then someone’ll offer ya help, but they ain’t doing nothing |
'Til they really see you tryna do something, I ain’t bluffing |
Kush puffing on you jive turkeys |
Stuffing stockings with these gifts |
Audible applaudables homie take a wiff |
When you a man, action is what’s expected, nothing is spoken on Producer never got time for no excuses, gotta go beyond |
My flow is tom-foolery |
I smoke these poor rappers so fast they call me? |
I beautifully exude the vibe that’s free of ambiguity |
Ya goonery for the sake of goonery is cartoons to me It’s coonery, it’s lunacy, let’s make a plane |
On the way? |
attached to a tree |
The moon talk to the sea and speak the body language fluently |
She make it rain |
When I’m on fire, she always try to douse me Only reason that you make it rain is 'cause your diamonds cloudy |
I see you from a mile away when it get overcast |
Old people feel it in they bones, invade your home like I broke the glass |
And let myself in, fighting for freedom like the people in Tunisia |
Spread through Sudan and Egypt, this the music for the movement |
The score to your achievements, never join 'em so you gotta beat 'em |
It’s carpe diem hey (hey) yeah |
Like kindergarteners |
My vision’s bothered by vigilantes that harbor on street corners |
Try your hardest to harvest bundles of weed on ya The starving’ll speed on ya, stampede on ya Impede on your pockets then pee on ya Dreams of us living lavish in fabrics of fine linens |
Spending, established, with women dining and laughing |
But this environment got us violent, ready to crash in- |
To society, take this driver seat, hope you fastened |
Your seatbelts twice, when I rolled them dice, I crapped |
So many times I can build casinos from scratch |
Too many daps you might receive from the things you achieve, relax |
That’s what my mental say, but my physical’s been detached, I’m on some other |
shit |
Like fuck the government, take the higher rankings, where’s the mothership? |
I made a covenant that I was changing by my luck is bent |
Quite disgusting when reality? |
where the fuck you been? |
Left him face down like he was planking |