Artist: Pusha T Album: Fear of God Mixtape Song: Blow/Funk Flex Freestyle Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Pusha T] Uh.. Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm still tryna find my way up out this fuckin kitchen A bird's-eye view got me channelling my vision Turn one to two, now my kilos got a sibling Father knows best, wash my hands, all's forgiven We kickin up dust like the colosseum floors Walls full of safes like they mausoleum doors Pussy gettin wet, as she walkin through my morgue Grants', Jacksons', no room for Geoooorge YEAH~! The Fear of God's in you motherfuckers This art imitate my life Your WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation white Eliminate the fools ghoulin imitation ice My music for your soul, inspiration for your life Every dime made in this life wasn't disastrous Help my young bitch see her way through the Bachelors' Sent my old bitch right back to get her Masters' Same graduation, I was clappin in the rafters The truth hurts everytime it's revealed What goes around comes around, this is life's Ferris Wheel (My God...) Grab hold and reverse the steering wheel As I parallel park, Kentucky Derby on the grill The fact that I'm free let's me know God is great Ten-year marathon of me sellin concentrate These rappers talk crowns but I'd rather talk fear Villain like Candyman, say my name and I'll appear No weapon formed against me shall prosper Hakuna matata, feet up sippin java Strollin up the totem poll, what's my only problem? Scrollin through my Rolodex, who shall bear my toddler? So many hands raised, as the band plays I'm here now, watch how many niggaz plans change ... First class flights, Ciroc-soaked nights Waking up to models, what a motherfuckin life!