Pump Pump - Clear Soul Forces

Grooving

Grooving

Just being fucking creative, I’m chasing the rhythm daily

I’m blanking when Ilajide hit record up in the basement

Bank 'em or get a statement as I’m hopping in a spaceship

While you fighting over Wraiths, I’ma go deeper into space

Strolling through the building but the muthafuckin torches, nigga

Oh you don’t know?

We the muthafucking Forces nigga

Point me to the checks, finesse shit, jet off

Killed her after busting my temple against the stone wall

Picked up all the bricks, started building my own road

Now the people feel me from Detroit across the whole globe

To the bone, my niggas say I should gloat more

I’m your mama favorite rapper and she give me throat woah

How is that for jokes?

Laugh now, cry later

Once you peel the onion back, see the lines have layers

Niggas motivated, keep hating hating

Motivated, keep hating hating

And pump up, up up, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga

Pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga

Pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga

Tell me who got the juice

See no 2Pac in you, you just who poppin fool

Me I be popping fools, that be mad evident

Got all the hoes but my count ain’t reflecting it

They be detecting it, only after sexing it

Maybe 'cause the kind of dick I give 'em be telling shit like

Gotta keep digging deeper

My finances take a chance, I gotta see where the gold

I mean see where this goes, uh oh, my

She know I ain’t about it but my talent 'bout it 'bout it

flow riding riding, fa sho

I’m 'bout my chicken like an episode of Chowder, aye yo

Money I’m like baby powder

dream about it like

, engineer with the

Oh yea, microphone and speakers nigga

Juice nigga

Pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga

Pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga

Who got the juice facing

450 splash, losing my mask in rotation

Fuck it mask off, the champion still retain

The lyrical in ya lane, I’m off in the terrain

You couldn’t handle my pedigree, ready to play the game

It’s a war inside of my brain, feeling so out of place

Uh, I’m always detrimental even though I’m trapped inside of a trap instrumental

In the middle of playing

Bucky Barnes cleaning off the lens of my rifle in the middle of a winter storm

The Winter Soldier fold a rapper in the snow with the metal arm

Level I’m on you couldn’t see with the rinnegan

Defending my thoughts or being killed by the law

Clear Soul the Black Order and Nov Ebony Maw

Middle finger to the law

They still be killing us off and I can’t resist

Juice nigga

Pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga

Pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga

Eating the beat up, my hunger Ethiopian

could’ve went commercial ha

Head of the times, catch your latest infomercials ha

this, it came from the heart

I love my ribs,

The style’s

should’ve went and built you an ark

Make you wonder like the breaking up of Little Brother

Is you niggas listening or should we boost up the treble

Ear drum like Swae Lee to

Randy Savage snap into Slim Jimmies in the 1980s

new Pirelli’s

Revolutions, PP7s deadly, hope you niggas ready

Juice nigga

Pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga

Pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, jump up

Up, pump pump, nigga tell me who got the juice nigga