Kick Push

[Intro: Doug Copsey, B.DuBB & Easy Mac]

You are watching a master at work

Yeah, we some masters in this, man

Yeah

[Verse 1: Easy Mac & B.DuBB]

The rap master, back as your pastor

Rap faster and crack tracks like they plaster (Yeah)

Lyrically gas ya, I'm leavin’ mics shattered (Haha)

Past disaster, onto the last chapter

Yeah, I lay back and chill

My day's wack but still save rap and ill (Yeah)

You think it's wack, then why ain’t you battlin' it? (What?)

I spit, people like, "Am I imaginin' this?" (Haha)

[Verse 2: B.DuBB]

Yo, it seems you always on some average spit

Just some average kids, this is hazardous wit

And as a matter of fact, you'll be mad at this shit

Quick hits, rollin' blunts that be fat as your chick

Yeah, me and Mac, we was born to win it

Sendin' y'all the sick raps, leave you torn and finished

Your whole frame fucked up and your form diminished

Passin' raps back and forth, like a ball in tennis

[Verse 3: Easy Mac & B.DuBB]

Yeah, call me a chemist ’cause I stay in the lab

The only tool in the school is a pen and a pad

And Chem as a class? (Well) Well, that’s a lil' bit irrelevant

Writin’ rhymes through the class, boostin' my intelligence (Uh)

[Verse 4: B.DuBB]

Yo, I got a fetish for the fettuccine, the relish

Embellishin' a cell (Woo) with these simple fellas is hellish

Elders are gettin' jealous, they held us, but Hell I’m in

Testin' us when digestions gets the best of the fellow man

[Verse 5: Easy Mac]

My kingdom is unlimited imprisonment (Haha), I'm sick of it

It's Malcolm, not in the Middle kid, and yes, I'm sizzlin' (Let's do it)

The kid that gets you the dro, purp, but get him the dough first

Sit back, relax, and do my homework

[Verse 6: B.DuBB]

Yo, and you ain't better than the test of teachers

We the best, and we dressed in the freshest sneakers

Ill kids, yeah, we still rip the best to pieces

And kill these haters for they aters 'cause the stress will eat us

'Cause they be bitin' us, excitin' and repeat us (What?)

Tryna wear the same pair of Nikes and Adidas (Dickriders)

[Verse 7: Easy Mac & B.DuBB]

It's a fact, copy-cats can't copy me

I play these cats, fill they cash like the lottery (Haha)

This rap shit, that's a part of me

Why you tryna come up in my sight but tryna fight the kid that's ornery?

You should honor me (What?)

If Easy Mac's who you wanna be, then why you wanna crawl up all on top of me?

[Verse 8: B.DuBB]

Yo, I fill 'em up in a tight space like sodomy

Peoples be usin' they brothers like a commodity

The world's a lot colder than I thought it'd be

Held my ground as a child, but now I'm a prodigy

And you can blame it on the rap music probably (Yeah)

I been wantin' to make tapes since I was eight

Now I hustle and I make paper off of eighths (Yeah)

I want everyone crumb of the cake that's on the plate, hey

[Verse 9: Easy Mac]

Kick Push as I set sail

Those aren't clouds in the sky, that's my exhale

Save the hate for the fakes and the Bathin' Apes

'Cause we gon' roll by high at the Shady Skates

[Verse 10: B.DuBB]

Yo, Easy Mac gettin' back on some skate shit (What up?)

Every time we rappin' on a track, we gettin' ape-shit

Face it, simple and plain, your game basic

High up in the sky like a spaceship, spacious

[Verse 11: Easy Mac & B.DuBB]

Give me couple words I can play wit'

Guarantee you wanna replay it, stay sit

You can't hate it, damn, we stay faded (We do)

Smoke a blunt to myself and I call it a facelift (Yo)

[Verse 12: B.DuBB]

Yeah, these haters hatin' so strong, I can taste it

Makin' many claims but the game's so basic

Y'all lames wanna hang on the same shit

Grow the fuck up, I won't pay no patience

So time better spent, my mind's on my money

Been on grind ever since, the size is immense

If cops come around, they gon' find evidence

They start tappin' phones, I'ma lie in the trench

Lay the fuck low, way the fuck low, stay the fuck home

A hundred Gs, gotta pay the cell phone

They runnin' up in cribs, tryna take the cash (What?)

See, I would've thought a home be the safest stash (Uh)

The bacon hates with they racist ass

White boy drivin' through, I just makes it past

[Verse 13: Easy Mac & B.DuBB]

Yeah, we ride by as I chuck up the deuce (Peace)

Corrupt cops tellin' lies, fuckin' up the truth

Scratchin' the surface, cops askin' what the purpose is

Well, officer, we ain't in need of your services (Nope)

I got the weed, no seeds, yeah, the purple shit (That good shit)

Clownin' fools like a circus is, you heard of it

I battle wack cats with the weapons of war

Sharp flows, and they hit you like you stabbin' the swords

I'm the mega, the lord, the legend still livin'

Reachin' Heaven' still sinnin', the ill-written is still hittin'

[Verse 14: B.DuBB]

Still sittin' on chickens, we here, ho

Bumpin' through your eardrums, fuck up your earlobe (Ow)

Yeah, yo, plus I have to be rich

I'm takin' everything you got, I ain't askin' for shit

[Verse 15: Easy Mac & B.DuBB]

Yeah, me and Beedie in the castle, we sit

We just kick back, relax and battlin', kid

Grab your seat belt and please start fastenin' it (Buckle up)

Takin' you on some rides, we some masters in this

I propose a toast to those who came close

And those who oppose, floatin' the same boat

We gooder than good, and better than most

We just chill, hit kush, kick push and then we coast

[Outro: Easy Mac & B.DuBB, B.DuBB, Easy Mac]

And we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, and coast

And that's the way we roll, so if you roll another blunt, I can pack up a bowl

Then we can hit kush, hit kush, hit kush, hit kush, and float

And away we go (I'm faded)

Yo, y'all hoes couldn't fade me though

So we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, and coast

And that's the way we roll, so if you roll another blunt, I can pack up a bowl

And then we hit kush, hit kush, hit kush, hit kush and float

And away we go (I'm faded)

Yo, y'all hoes couldn't fade me though

And we kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, and coast

And that's the way we roll, so if you roll another blunt, I can pack up a bowl