Pusha T - Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

[Pusha T] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f**ing kitchen A birdseye view got me channelling my vision Turn one to two now the kilo's got a sibling Father knows best, wash my hands all is forgiven We kicking up dust like the colosseum floors Walls full of safes like they mausoleum doors p**y getting wet as she walking through my morgue Grants, Jacksons no room for George Yeh, the Fear of God's in you muthaf**ers This art imitate my life You WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation hype Eliminate the fools gold and imitation ice My music for your soul, inspiration for your life Every dime made in his life more disastrous Help my young b**h see her way through her Bachelor's Sent my old b**h right back to get her Masters Same graduation I was clapping in the rafters The truth hurts everytime it's revealed What goes around comes around, this is lifes ferris wheel Grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parrallel park Kentucky derby on the grill The fact that I'm free lets me know God is great Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate These rappers talk crowns but I'd rather talk fear Villian like candyman, say my name and I'll appear No weapon formed against me shall prosper Hakuna matata, feet up sipping java Strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem Scrolling through my Rolodex, who shall bear my toddler So many hands raised as the band plays I'm here now, watch how many n***a's plans change [Kanye West] Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of Autumn All of them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with 30 rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter century anthems based off inner city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport they check all through my bag and tell me that it's random But we stay winning, this week has been a bad ma**age I need a happy ending and a new beginning And a new fitted and some job opportunities thats lucrative And sold your dreams, you don't know who did it I treat the cash, the way the government treats aids I won't be satisfied til all my n***as get it I need more drinks and more lights Hot American Apparal girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school Told to take them gla**es off and get in the pool It's been a while since I watched the tube Its like a crip said: “I got way too many blues for any more bad news” I was looking at my resume feeling real fresh today They rewrite history I don't believe in yesterday What's a black beetle anyway, a f**ing roach I guess thats why they got me sitting in f**ing coach But God said I need a different approach Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffing coke It ain't funny anymore try different jokes Tell ‘em hug and kiss my a**, x and o Kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I'm got it Play strings for the dramatic And end all of that wack shh Act like I ain't had a belt in two cla**es I ain't got it I'm going after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever who has it You blowing up, that's good, fantastic That y'all, its like that ya'll I don't really give a f** about it at all Cause the same people that tried to black ball me Forgot about 2 things, my black balls [Pusha T] Uh, I let you into my diary to admire me The making of this man, I let you see the higher me The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy I'm drawing from both sides, I'm Siamese The tug of war opens the door, entrada Rip me apart and see what's inside this pinata And rolling kilos in gymstrada is one saga One chapter of black magic, I'm Harold Potter Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women whom Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom And blossom, I swear this Vegas nights was awesome But adios I blow my own dice before I toss ‘em, loss ‘em Some other muthaf**ers double crossed ‘em Tryna snatch my n***a back I blew a small fortune Russell with the work, we was like the four horsemen Rick Flair with the flame, I'm muthf**ing Gorgeous, wooooooooo As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smtih Whiter than the coke brush that they paint me with Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss But the devil red, tires double tread I'm posting parks up. that gets me double head Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head The bright lights blind look what the devil did Yeah [Kanye West] It's hip hop, this is euphemism for a new religion The soul music for the slaves that the youth is missing This is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing to attention As long as I'm in Polo's they think they got me But they would try to crack me if they ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a n***a ain't running shootin a jump shot running a track meet But this pimp is, on the top of mount Olympus Ready for the Worl's game, this is my Olympics We make ‘em say ho cause the game is so pimpish Choke a southpark writer with a fishstick And I a**isted to get up offa this dick And these d**, fans can't resist it Remember, remind of when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever one of the greatest homie, I must have missed it!