Artist: Jean Grae & 9th Wonder
Album:  Jeanius
Song:   Don't Rush Me
Typed by: FirstLineRhyme@gmail.com

[Speaking]
Ooo baby
9th... 9th got the beats you can sing to for no reason {*laughs*}
Sometimes you gotta get to know yourself, gotta travel a lil' bit
look at yourself from another perspective
That's why I'm tryin' to do that, come on

Listen. There's nothing like knowing yourself
Like the way I know that smoking's kinda broken my health
Like the way I know my flow don't make appropriate wealth
I can't change that. But, funny I'm sayin' that when it's money I'm aimed at

I don't give a fuck if you frame that or quote it
I meant what I said cause I wrote it point noted
I know I'm overly sensitive when it comes to, well... just about everything
And I'm so hard-headed. I don't need your help
Like no advice for these records unless it's me, myself
Like, I don't ever wanna breathe if it requires assistance
just...just shut down my system
I'm a victim of choosing bad love, bad-luck Lucy
Every man touch seems to be a doozy, and plus
I'm attached to this loose leaf, stand on my two feet
So it's hard enough to even have to physically move me
Go ahead, try

I know I'm on the right path (come on) to who I'm gonna be at last
But don't rush me, nigga. (Just try)
I know I'm wrong and right
At the same time both I'm the dark and light
They say life means everything to live
At same time I got everything to give. Just don't rush me
Don't rush me. (You stupid? I'll cut you)

I gotta be more disciplined
I'm listenin more to straight logic, blockin' random shit that's driftin' in
Age is a muthafucka (damn right), findin' myself starin' at the little kids
thinkin I can beat em like a step-mother
Creepin' on the come-up of 30 soon, but lookin' 20...ooh
The food catches up to you now, plenty
Attending Christenings of my best friends' children. And they're askin'
"who's next"
And I'm wishin' for six more wishes for Christmas
Or kids on the wish-list or time machines to be in existence
I'm a team player, not (nope)
The dry witness the similar as Arizona weather, say it nigga....HOT
Patent-leather soul, tappin' at my gold
If the album's not platinum then I'll have to rap with gold
This rappin' ain't for nothin
Unless I hold plaques, so I can sit up on a boat like Colin
Roll that. And you know that

[Refrain]

See this here, is the most serious that I've ever been
The most clear-headed. My gear fetish clearly needs an accountant
So if i need I'll smoke em all like Dennis Leary and I'm out
That's great though, thanks for addin' more insecurities
Just as I was finding my level of maturity
Just as I was mindin' my business tried to murder Jean's confidence
But, lucky for me you're all incompetent
Road blockin' this yes. I see em tryin to put a stop to my obnoxiousness
But, I stay long winded. Like sayin' George Papadopoulos. (Who's that?)
I know but I write from the heart with this, so
I got some things to work on
my mood's even like masturbation, gets its jerk on
My fascination with the fast-paced
Money is encapsulated in my mind's space
Like, what a thrill. Past dated
And I know I'm not in last place
but it's hard to work through it with this masked face
And masking tape over all the windows keeps the cold out
And every time I'm laying my back breaks because it's old now
I yell too much, get stressed too quick
But the best thing about it, I can change that shit
And still remain who I came down to Earth to be
It's not Jean Grae, that's just a name. You'll see

[Refrain]