Rush - Pacewon

It’s the RUSH.

We RUSH.

fourth and two we RUSH.

Roc-A-Bloc we RUSH.

Outsidaz RUSH.

It’s the RUSH.

ha ha, this the RUSH.

Yo, huh, yo

I sell fifty dollar clips at the colleges

To future lawyers, optometrists and magazine columnists (huh)

Ghetto politics, I drop a load

Of raps that explode on impact like hollow-tips

Yo, cock your Glock lick shots for the Pacer!

Raw like coke and got more jokes than Frasier

Like Saddam Hussein, Pace will raise a

Army East of Eden on the borderline of Asia

Armed in bomb shit, tec-9's and mag clips

My hooded crew got the bulletproof jackets

Yo, part of my plan is get this bad bitch

To fuck the President, give that man the package

Next I’ll fix up a chemical mixture (huh)

To get the armed forces out the picture

With them gone, my men storm the globe and

Then we’ll own it, like Caesar and the Romans

Time flies, years become moments

And the Outsidaz still creepin like rodents

Yo Pacewon bringin you the rawl deal

Appeal, work and get mines for real;

yo, yo

The cops can’t stop the RUSH

The stick-up kids can’t stop the RUSH

The DEA can’t stop the RUSH

My whole click cock back and bust, FOR REAL

Yo, yo, yo

Professor Kick-Ass, Mr. Teach-A-Kid-A-Lesson

Fresh like the Prince, without Jazzy Jeff and

I’m the architect that can draw your path to heaven

With my Glock, bust rounds twenty-four — seven!

Pacewon, spy like James Bond-a

Lock up a Hon-da, pick up the un-der

With my mind on which land to conquer

I make the audience sweat like Jane Fonda

Pace’ll fly a jet, violent tyrant

Mind bent, dog-drippin, pissin on hydrants

Straight flippin on crews that ain’t silent

They come by the two’s and get chewed like Trident

I tour the world makin real estate investments

Got more land than the Riddler got questions

I travel yars, battle squads

And read rappers like fortune tellers read tarot cards

Yo, a menace, wild like Crazy Ed is

With a sick scheme to make more green than lettuce

Film credits, who dick get the wettest?

My presence bring «Good Times» like James Evans

Pace’ll violate all across the tri-state

Makin niggas hum like my pager on vibrate

Gettin dough with more Brothers than Warner

Your moms ain’t know, quote Snow, and «Informer»

Ha ha, ha, ha

Roc-A-Bloc, Pacewon

Ha ha, yo

Roc-A-Bloc Pacewon, what?

Roc-A-Bloc Pacewon, yo!