Rush

4th Avenue Jones

Composición de: A. Parker
What I buss is for the ghetto 
What I buss is third world 
What I buss is bald head or locked 
It ain't that Jerry Curl 
I don't buss for pimp juice 
I don't buss that watered down 
I don't buss that Sambo my grand folks wore a crown 
What I buss is revolution 
What I buss is full of life 
What I buss is for my people, me, my baby, and my wife 
I don't be with fakes or lames 
I won't leave my faith for fame 
I don't need no Jacob chain 
You gon' see me change the game 

Rush 
Hurry 
Run by those 
People as they lay 
On side walks 
Look at them with disdain 
And when their voices call 
You just ignore them all 
A thousand times a day 

CHORUS 
You get paid, people slave, then you take more 
A thousand times a day 
So afraid of the grave, that you make war 
A thousand times a day 
You're enraged, full of hate, murder rates soar 
A thousand times a day 

I know you scared of us 
Wanna stay ahead of us 
I know you scared of us 
Rush 

Rush 
Hurry 
Join the side show 
Circus the charade 
Behind those 
Animals encaged 
And when your name is called 
Dance for us all 
A thousand times a day 

REPEAT CHORUS 

You rush to get to the top 
So you clawing away 
You rush to get to that job you hate more every day 
You rush to pick up your order 
Rush to eat but you tired 
Rush to get you a quarter 
Fore' your meter expire 
You rush to give him them drawz 
Cause' he rushed you to hit it 
You did it 
Now y'all fussing while you rush to the clinic 
Come on rush 
Hurry up no time to play 
Rushing is on your mind but hey 
Don't worry yourself grind away 
Rush one thousand times a day
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