Intro (Road To Till The Casket Drops) lyrics

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Clipse


[Intro: Pusha T]
Clipse and Re-Up Gang Records presents
The Play Cloths mixtape
The prelude to Til The Casket Drops
Third time's a charm motherf*ckers
We done seen it all, We done done it all
We done been through it all
Ain't nothing but warriors here
Yes!
Turn my headphones up

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They say the third time's a charm, I say that's too long
To go unrecognized when you're a phenom
Clearly you can see that I'm the best like I'm in neon
Til the Casket Drops, the greatness is reborn
No excuses, no more [?]
Got a newfound love for everything that's jewish, I
Duck the Judas and I dodged old Brutus
The backstabber out the way
Motherf*cker's let's do this, It's the
Hood's Obama, shovelin' McCain
Out the project windows, the Drama's insane
The rap game's upside down like David Blaine
You fans is Times Square for following them lames
I gave you truth, revealed my proof
Loosened the knots from your minds I was your masseuse
The message got twisted, I'm just young, black and gifted
The theme was coke, but the line's was uplifting
On my road to the riches with the b*tches in the cars
It ain't hard to tell we can't all be Nas
The truth really is we can't all be stars
But I'll be goddamned if I settle for Bronze - ever!
[Interlude: Pusha T]
Haha! Never!
Never, motherf*ckers!
Til the Casket Drops!
As If you don't know!
All we give you is classics!

[Verse 2: No Malice & Pusha T]
Dear god forgive my iniquities
The triple beam weighed it down like it's Mister T
I play the keys, Beethoven had the center piece
Stayed with them bundles, a joy since they infancy
Y'all in disbelief, the coach roofless
Cruise by I smack 'em in the face like the Stooges, as if
You can be like me, n*ggas is clueless
The insulated doors silence the acoustics
Nothing beats a true flip I do it in the dark
I cut it just right like when I parallel park
My hands in the white like on the parallel bars
The coke that I push is as pure as a child's heart (My God)
I still take part, I can't even say formally
Til The Casket Drop or cops corner me
Oyster Rollie watch, white diamonds adorning me
You better cry for yourself, ain't no sense in you mournin' me

[Outro: Pusha T]
No, ain't no mourning us
If I die today or tomorrow I done it all
You tell me how you one of the best, huh?
You better cry for yourself !
President E-motherf*cking-lect!
This is how you start a campaign!
Til the Casket Drops!
Yeaugh!
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