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Mac Miller - Kick Push Lyrics

[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