Pump

(album: Trust Your Gut - 2017)

[Stevie Ross:]
Falling, falling, falling, we ain't falling for the sneak
Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach
They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face
Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

[Merkules:]
Nah I never been a fan of the wackness
Been around the world with a map and an atlas
All the mumble rap is a massive distraction
You ain't Sway you ain't have all the answers, nah!
Everything I see you do is run of the mill
But fuck it you feelin I'm killing like I'm Buffalo Bill
Been through the thunder and hell, I got my act together
So I dare you to name somebody who's rapping better
I betcha won't, til you can't, til you should, but you couldn't
Cause I'm dope, I'm the man, got the kush and my hoodie
Got a scope and a lens and a bush fulla bullets
With my finger on the trigger I can push til I pull it
I came outta my mom with a mic attached
It's like I siphon gas and then I write these raps
And all these other cats bite like a Tyson match
But you can find me on the web like Spiderman
I'm coming to kill em, these mothafuckas suck, I'm the realest
The whole freshman cover is number one on my hitlist
And you get punched in the grill, cause I run it like fitness
I see your girl front row trying to suck on my didick
I said NO!
They pump us up they used to try and punk us out
My team is dressed for a funeral we don't fuck around

[Stevie Ross:]
Falling, falling, falling, we ain't falling for the sneak
Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach
They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face
Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)
They pump us up (get them numbers up now)
They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)
They pump us up (get them numbers up now)

Why they wanna see me in the dirt, wanna see me fail?
Once they hear the work we gon' see the cell
Watch 'em change like chameleon
Pump the brakes, y'all fucking fake don't wanna see me with

[Tech N9ne:]
I be the general with the flow
I used to be minimal with the dough
They be jealous, subliminal
When they all on my genitals
When I flip it and hella repping the MO
Now they know when really ready to blow
And I look at the women having the glow
But in the very beginning
They never thought of me winning
We see the haters be grinning withing my show
I was walking up a hill in C mid boost
Coughing up the real and grievous juice
Looking at suicide
Stupidity, you decide
Faking it wasn't the way 'cause he went truth
Tecca beat 'em down, pound for pound
Winning em all over, town by town
The clown with sound was down, but found
Now the Nina's world renowned and crowned
I was forbidden yeah
Had a rough time getting there
But instead of wishing a nigga was gritting
So now I'm spitting yeah
Now they all wanna listen here
But a whole lotta hissing there
They wanna hold a nigga back and I put the gun up on a track imma kill it when on a mission yeah

[Stevie Ross:]
Falling, falling, falling, we ain't falling for the sneak
Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach
They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face
Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)
They pump us up (get them numbers up now)
They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)
They pump us up (get them numbers up now)

Why they wanna see me in the dirt, wanna see me fail?
Once they hear the work we gon' see the cell
Watch 'em change like chameleon
Pump the brakes, y'all fucking fake don't wanna see me with