Push It Along

[Verse 1: T3]

Coming from the urban city ghettos

But we still King, queen, natural born rebels

Black tails, crack sales

Heavy boulders, pebbles we done (push it along)

We done seen everything

From niggas, gun fights, sellin' dope, gettin cream

It ain't the pressure, you can ask my ancestors

Trifecta from the Tribeca

I bet you we a (push it along)

Resurrect, lil' effort

Lil' 17 tryna' microphone check it

Niggas tryna' stress it

Rather see me Pyrexin'

That ain't me, that ain't we

We the essence

[Chorus]

Push it along (uh-uh), push it along (okay)

Push it along, just push it along (come on)

[Verse 2: Baatin]

It's too much to spit, my life is kind of tragic

I'd rather spit a hit for the jam and be Kobe

Still on the quest like Phife and Jarobi

Gotta (push it along)

Just tired of being bummed out

[Verse 3: T3]

Yeah, It's been a minute

Nothing short of 60 seconds

Can't stomach where I come from

Hard to eat breakfast

You ain't refined when you tryna' get acceptance

Gold Lexus, Rolex's, stupid dumb necklace

(Push it along)

[Verse 4: Baatin]

You see the rap game is stitched in my hoodie

Hype when I'm on the mic

To excite you like I'm Goodie Mob

Never slob

You guessed this, what is this

Spit what I dip when I kick this, relentless

[Verse 5: T3]

Yeah, you did it to death

But that's a death wish

Gotta do it big like you Precious

Let's just

[Chorus]

Push it along (uh-uh), push it along (okay)

Push it along, just push it along (come on)

[Bridge]

Push it with me, you gotta pull it (yeah)

You gotta do what you do

We keep it movin', yes

You gotta

Push it with me, you gotta pull it (yeah)

You gotta do what you do

We keep it movin', yes

You gotta

Push it with me, you gotta pull it (yeah)

You gotta do what you do

We keep it movin', yes

You gotta

[Verse 6: Young RJ]

Fuck the next saint

Young Trey got his cream on

Block got him braced

But his haste, the love gone

Bout' to move up, the Jefferson theme song

The means are extreme, but what he goin' lean on

[Verse 7: Phife Dawg]

Don Juice, top shotta

Who claim hotta?

Trash rhymers back off, your mics gettin' cut off

New York or Rock City

We never rhyme soft

Emphasizin' true spit, dat girth and grit (uh, yeah)

[Verse 8: Young RJ]

Rose Gold dreams, high self-esteem

Livin' on your knees ain't agree so I see

Clock don't stop, so the crock pot steam

Don't clothes shop, tryna' cop

Heavy triple beams

You better (push it along)

[Verse 9: Phife Dawg]

Like Tribe's Instinctive Travels

Damn you know the voice, Mutty Ranks

Back in the saddle

Despite my hiatus, I stays ready to battle

King from Queens, get your ass out of my castle

[Verse 10: Young RJ]

Yeah, preacher told 'em but it ain't clickin'

Light switches get dimmer when it's gray and the sun missin'

You gotta do what you do

We keep it movin', yeah

You gotta

[Bridge]

Push it with me, you gotta pull it, yeah with me

You gotta do what you do

We keep it movin', yes

You gotta

Push it with me, you gotta pull it, yeah with me

You gotta do what you do

We keep it movin', yes

You gotta

Just push