Текст песни Iron Claw - Ghostface Killah , CZARFACE

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Czarface

Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me

Yo
Groundskeeper how I touch green
No love scenes, so graphic I got a cut scene
Yeah, I go through it if I can't walk around it
True, 'cause I do it before I talk about it
Whole aura, cold water, global torture
Black diamonds, blue dreams, gold Porsche
I'm always on go, all the lights green
General official, that's what the stripes mean
You'll get wiped clean like a counter-top
How I'm workin' the beat, I'm like a housing cop

How they thirst in the streets,
It's like they out of rock
No publicity stunts before the album drop
What you see is real, what you heard is false
All I have in this world is my word and my balls
Money calling, stomach talking, hungry often
Honeys hawkin', haters hatin', funny talkin'

Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me

Yeah, yo, we criminals on the nightshift (Nightshift)
Get the billy club or the nightstick (Nightstick)
Sublim' stone, I get right with (Right with)
My murder game down to a tight knit (Tight knit)
Reputations brolic, the story is polished
No laces in my Adidas (Motherfuckers)
Yeah, yeah, and I'm not from Hollis

Got garlic for vampires and
Fake niggas who came to gossip
You can't 'dress me with that bullshit,
You ain't even my stylist
(You acting all big now),
But you ain't Christopher Wallace
See your girl on her knees,
She just doing a solid
And the funny shit, you ain't
Gon' do nothing about it
Have a seat over there,
You should be doing the knowledge
See, these young boys'll
Murder you (Murder you)
And none of these niggas
Never heard of you (Heard of you)
We popped a few things
On a curb or two (Curb or two)
To have you stretched
Out, layin' vertical (Vertical)

Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me
Don't, don't, don't, don't push me

I'm an alien from way
Past the moon you see
I had to Shazam the anthem,
It was new to me
Lunacy, puny humans tryna heckle
I got the filter of Bill Burr,
I'm a rebel
Level up, pour some wine
And import it to my face
You dumb, like skinny jeans
On a 42 inch waist

Style wild, like a tantrum
From Anakin's grandson
I call the shots like I'm shootin'
With a Stan Van Gun' (You know what I am?)
Trail blazin', hair raisin' like a man bun
I'm so psycho in mics, you Soul Cycle in tights
These heels turn on
A legend like Acura keys
Gap factories how I'm catchin' casual tees
(Ayy, one more time, bro, wait what?)

Nah, I like this take
Poppin' shit at Esoteric,
That's a life mistake
I'm a mic veteran, hit like BJ Penn
Your future lookin' bleak
Like you tryna be Jay's friend
You put the Es' in wordplay,
You get swordplay
So you know that stabbin'
Tracks is my forte