Artist: First Serve (De La Soul) Album: De La Soul's Plug1 & Plug2 Present... First Serve Song: Pushin' Aside, Pushin' Along Typed by: email@example.com [Deen] How I'ma get to be the King of New York, when the Queen in the crib be killin my knights and the horse it rode in on? (word) She swear the Fresh Prince gon' fail +Parents Just Don't Understand+, I'm just tryin to get my kid on Posin in the mirror, designer stone chisel into DMC A pedigree M, a better me than them Shit, I'm chasin this bus and once we get on, P, it's all about is! [Pop]: Yeah, but you can be a lawyer [Deen]: But I'm down by law [Ma Witter]: Or a doctor, baby! [Deen] Sorry mom, I'm a microphone fiend Addicted to the concept of rollin with a team and rollin up sleeves in some boss' office? That orbit's in the mind of another man Switch that undergrad over to this other plan but she snapped back at me like a rubber band More concerned cause she swam in the gutter (C'mon Ma~!) I just wanna cop her crib and pops, well I don't know him His position on the bill is a veto All I ask is that I be treated as an equal Man, this lack of support seems illegal C'mon, Mom! [Chorus] Through the doubt and the stress, my eyes are glued to it If it all goes wrong, I won't push it aside or push it along And through the stress and the doubt, my eyes are glued to it Like the words in this song, we just pushin aside or pushin along C'mon [Pop] Yep! Detention from the parent They just want the best (They want yo' ass out the nest) without fallin Explainin to them this is my callin is like wearin a pack that has the parachute that might, not open and anyway, they shouldn't even be descending (in their minds) upwards with your wings extending (Flight time) is the best way but I'm listenin to what my heart and MY chest say I want the rap game, my moms just wanna pray on it Pops like, "Don't even spend another day on it!" He keeps puttin me down, said I'm ridin with my hobby in the front seat (responsibilities in the trunk) and really need to just switch it around Unplug the dream, push it along My talent in these streets is pusher of the song Put smiles on the pretty girls' face (and) strength in the dude's embrace, when he's givin me dap You can see it in their eyes that this nigga can rap But my father? Said I need a real blue collar Can't support a family with a few dollars but the damage is done, your son's a fiend for microphone and break beats and drum machines with a large crowd yellin out "Pop and Deen!" It's a swerve from the First Serve, makin 'em lean (You know it!) [Chorus] Through the stress and all the doubt, my eyes'll stay glued to Like the words in this song, just push it aside, and push it along Through the doubt and stress, my eyes are glued And if it all goes wrong, we just push it aside or push it along [Pop] They're like, "Mo' pain, problems, mo' stress" I'm like "Mo' lanes, albums mo' blessed" They're like, "Not cheerin it, not even hearin it" when I'm talkin about I'm tryin to be a pioneer in it They're like, "It's not the real job to fall on" I'm like, "It's what my soul seems to call on" I wanna hear 'em say, "Jay, we support you" but still in all, I gotta do what I gotta do [Deen] Yeah, and I'ma ride with 'em, good and bad times Let these dog eat doggy step right out, and play the chef See this thing is like good hot love I cater to the concept of push and no shove Debated in the halls I used to slam doors shut Miss Parental Advisory was keepin her eyes on me But this little piggy's tryin to tour the world with the blessings of his number one girl, I can do this mom! [Chorus] Through the doubt and the stress, my eyes stay glued And if it all goes wrong, I'ma push it aside or push it along And through the stress and all the doubt, aiyyo my eyes are so glued to it And like the words in this song, we just pushin aside or pushin along [Moms] Okay, okay.. You sound focus baby (I am, mom) I'm gonna let you find your way You go be your big rap star and make momma proud (Yea) ..you gon' buy me a car though, right? Sittin on aluminum [Pop]: Aluminum? Yo, she's bananas yo [Deen]: That's my mom [Pop]: She's really bananas... It's "sittin' on chrome", Miss Witter [Moms]: I heard that! Fuck you, Maurice!! [Deen]: Oh shit!