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Pusha T - Nosetalgia

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Album: My Name Is My Name
Released: 2013

Nosetalgia Lyrics

20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm and hammer and a mason jar, that's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a minute steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor
Zhivago tried to fight the urge like Ivan Drago
If he dies he dies, like Doughboy to Tre
If he rides he rides, Throwing punches in the room
If he cries he cries, we don't drink away the pain
When a nigga die we add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playing on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills who's gone fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale digital, my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless, simply cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be fucking with my sinus
Nigga this is Simon says, Simon red
Blood on your diamonds til you dying, dead, yah!

You better change what comes out your speaker

You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my mama's Christmas party
Troubles on my mind, I still smell crime
My little brother crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the pipe and start feeling it
Oh wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that
This was different, geez, Louise please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
When I was ten
Back when nine ounces have got you ten
And nine times out of ten niggas don't pay attention
And when there's tension in the air nines come with extensions
My daddy dumped a quarter piece to a four and a half
Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat land on his gold
I said "daddy, one day I'mma get you right with 36 zips
1000 grams of cocaine then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter"
He said "son, how come you think you be my connect?"
Said "pops, your ass is washed up with all due respect"
He said "well nigga, then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
Your son dope, nigga
Now reap what you sowed, nigga
Please reap what you sowed, nigga
I was born in '87, my grand daddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession
Let's get it

They must be on the dick of who?

They must be on the dick of who?

Writer/s: THORNTON, TERRENCE / WEST, KANYE / HORN, TREVOR / BANKS, HOMER / LAMB, DOMINICK / DUDLEY, ANNE / LAROCK, SCOTT / MCLAREN, MALCOLM / PARKER, KRIS / HAMPTON, CARL / JACKSON, RAYMOND / KHAN, ANTHONY / DUCKWORTH, KENDRICK
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP, DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC, SONY ATV MUSIC PUB LLC
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Nosetalgia

This song finds Pusha T and Kendrick Lamar trading bars and perspectives about the drug world to a sparse Nottz Raw soundscape. Pusha broke down the two different angles to HipHopDX.com : "We gave two perspectives [on the song]. [Kendrick Lamar] was giving more, looking from the inside of his home and how his family and his crusade through the drug epidemic affected him. I was giving you the junior high, high school start, showing you what it was and where I was at."

Pusha T - King Push

Pusha T - King Push Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: My Name Is My Name
Released: 2013

King Push Lyrics

This is my time, this is my hour
This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power
If it's my reign, then it's my shower
This pole position, I made a lane cause they blocked ours
Dope boys, block bleeders
Gold diggers don't stop either
Motivation is misguided if it hit the mark, then it's not needed
Carry on like a carry on, and my side bitch I let tag along
Call me "daddy" from a complex
Cause her mother's fucker wouldn't marry mom
No excuses, no regard
Step on the brick like a promenade
Twenty thousand on calling cards
And I'm speaking spanish like Don Omar, but

I'm King Push, this king push
I rap nigga 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks

Fuck nigga, with the sly talk
Miss me, with all the pie talk
When them lights on you, and them letters big
You point us out, just like an eye-chart
But that's my fault, my details of the sidewalk
For eleven years, we seen better years
We was sellin' birds over the time port
My first grammy was my first brick
Red carpet, every bad bitch
More BMF than billboard
I got a label deal under my mattress, 'cause

I'm King Push, still king push
I rap nigga 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks

Vultures to my culture
Exploit the struggle, insult ya
They name dropping 'bout caine copping
But never been a foot soldier
Let's have another look, just get a little closer
Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha
In a cranberry Rossta, inside track on the G rap poster
Best d-boy all I'm missing is a dash
Difference between me and Hova, but

I'm King Push, still king push
I rap nigga 'bout trap niggas
I don't sing hooks

Writer/s: THORNTON, TERRENCE / WEST, KANYE / SARTOR, SEBASTIAN / TAMBURELLA, D. / FODEN, C.
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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King Push

This song finds Pusha making a ferocious claim to the rap throne. The beat was initially credited to the actor Joaquin Phoenix along with My Name Is My Name executive producer, Kanye West. A few days after the publication of the tracklisting, Phoenix explained that it was actually his friend, Metallica drummer Lars Ulrich's son who made the beat, and all he did was pass it along to Kanye West"s camp.

Joaquin Phoenix received an Oscar nomination for Best Actor for his portrayal of Johnny Cash in the 2005 movie, Walk The Line. The actor unexpectedly announced in late 2008 that he had retired from thespian pursuits to pursue a rapping career. A couple of years later Phoenix appeared on the Late Show with David Letterman and revealed that his "retirement" announcement was for a mockumentary, I'm Still Here (2010), which he and Casey Affleck were filming.

Pusha T - 40 Acres

Pusha T - 40 Acres Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: My Name Is My Name
Released: 2013

40 Acres Lyrics

Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 Acres

Unpolished, unapologetic
This cocaine cowboy pushed it to the limit
You thought Tony in that cell would've made us timid
We found his old cell, bitch, we searchin' through the digits
Anything Spanish, got me speaking Spanglish
Money universal, that's the only language
The dream ain't die, only some real niggas
We was born to mothers who couldn't deal with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real niggas
My better half chose the better path, applaud him
Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him
I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom
The California top just falls back like autumn
And they say I'm on the verge of winning
I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinning
Old habits die hard
That rainy day bag buried in the backyard
It's heaven for a hustler, no graveyards
Cause stand up niggas don't lie on no floors
Much rather burns us, ashes to ashes
Mix us with the powder, sell us to the masses
We gon' keep it tight, rip it out the plastic
Now you celebrate motherfuckers raise your glasses, Push'

Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres

Unpolished, unapologetic
Might have broke a heart or two but gave an honest effort
My nonchalant attitude is always fuck it
35 years of marriage and my momma left it
You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him
The better question is did you enjoy the dance with him
(Yughh!) I'll probably never pull you chair out, bitch
You know this money grew your hair out, switch
All that shit I bought you wear out
Rich, and I'm the only one I care about
Place none above me, God don't like ugly
Hate me or love me, only he can judge me
Unpolished, unapologetic
Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend
School of hard knock, I attended
Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended
I was a goner, punished by karma
Called him tar baby now he’s transcending genres
The 911 came with the ass shots
A toothless crackhead was the mascot
The owner of the key to that padlock
I’m Jordan vs Cavs for the last shot
I need all mine, reparations
We growin' poppy seeds on my 40 acres, Push!

Trouble world, trouble child
Trouble times destroyed my smile
No change of heart, no change of mind
You can take what's yours but you gon' leave what's mine
I'd rather die, than go home
I'd rather die, than go home
And I ain't leaving without my 40 acres

Writer/s: THORNTON, TERRENCE / LAMARRE, RICARDO / NASH, T. / LAMUR, WILLY
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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40 Acres

Pusha explained the meaning of this The-Dream and Rico Beats produced track to MTV News: "It really harps on things that have happened in my life in regards to family," he said, "my brother being my partner, my parents not being together, speaking on how those things altered my views on relationships and so on."

He continued: "One of the lyrics goes:

'Unpolished, unapologetic, might've broke a heart or two, but gave an honest effort
You see my nonchalant attitude is always f--- it/
35 years of marriage, and my mama left it
You shouldn't question if you ever stood a chance with him, the better question is, did you enjoy the dance with him?
I'll probably never pull your chair out, bitch, you know this money grew your hair out, switch
All that s--- I bought, you wear out, rich
But I'm the only one I care 'bout.'

"A lot of people, and men in general, don't recognize that their selfishness towards women in a relationship probably has to do with something that has happened in their life before," Pusha explained. "I like to harp on things like that because people speak about relationships like it's always so blissful but, like I said, my album is also based in harsh realities."

Pusha told MTV News that he booked a room in the Los Angeles' Redbury Hotel, where he spent three days writing the song. "Three days without touching the studio. Everybody [was] beginning to think I'm wasting studio time, but sometimes it takes that long," he said. "That's writing it, not liking it, not liking the order of it, not liking the flow of it, ripping it up [and] going back at it again."

Pusha's brother Gene "Malice" Thornton was formerly his partner in the rap duo Clipse. After Gene's conversion to Christianity, he changed his performing name to No Malice and concentrated on a solo career. Pusha addresses the difference between him and brother on this song:

"My better half, chose the better path, applaud him
Younger brother, me, a spoiled child, I fought him
I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom
The California top just falls back like autumn
And they say I'm on the verge of winning
I claim victory with Malice, on the verge of sinning."

Pusha explained to MTV News that he has no problem with No Malice's new direction. "When you're involving my brother, you're involving a whole other aspect of life, which is family, which is love, which is my heart, which is everything to me," he said. "Any decision he makes, I ride with it. Any decision I make, he rides with it."

Pusha T - Hold On

Pusha T - Hold On Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: My Name Is My Name
Released: 2013

Hold On Lyrics

I sold more dope than I sold records
You niggas sold records, never sold dope
So I ain’t hearing none of that street shit
Cause in my mind, you mothafuckas sold soap
Got rich selling hope to the hopeless
But I’m a thinker, methodic in my motives
I motivate to put my niggas into motors
No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs
Like Scarface but it's God's face in that mirror
We was made in his image, dialing and it's much clearer
Scoring from the heights but I wanted mine purer
Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the Führer
The judge and the jury, the jewellery mad froze
Water colors on my neck, fuck rhyming when you blinding niggas
We ain't the same color clarity of diamond, nigga
Nah, I ain't got nothing in common with yous
Pain in my heart, it's as black as my skin
They tipping the scale for these crackers to win
No reading, no writing, made us savage of men
They praying for jail but I mastered the pen
Descendant from kings, we at it again
Just hand me the crown, I'm active again
Everything that it seems, hear my passion again
Was never my dream, the immaculate win

I was pissing my shorts having rich nigga thoughts
Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought
Over night I seen a nigga go get a Carrera
Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer
Young king bury me inside a glass casket
Windex wipe me down for the life after
Crack dealer living like a hoop star
Black marble, white walls in my new spot
Four chains, big studs, a nigga too fly
Top down, tank top, I think I'm 2Pac
So I'm labeled the rebel, nigga get on my level
We were born to be kings, only major league teams
Chasing my paper, couldn't fathom my wealth
Built a school in Ethiopia, should enroll in myself
God body and mind, food for the soul
When you feeding on hate, you empty, my nigga, it shows
Follow the codes, ain’t no love for these hoes
If you slip and you fall I got you my nigga, Hold On
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, can't be hiding for long
I seen children get slaughtered, niggas' grandmothers assaulted
Throw a gang sign, dare you do something about it
Fuck copping them foams, when you copping the home
Cop a kilo and have them people on top of your home

Follow the codes, ain't no love for these hoes
If you slipping you fall, I got you, my nigga, hold on
If you right or you wrong, if you riding come on
By the end of this song, I got you, my nigga, hold on

Writer/s: THORNTON, TERRENCE / CAMPER, DARHYL / ROSS, RICK / WEST, KANYE / ADLAM, RICHARD / RITSON, HAL / BIRCHARD, R. / DURALCHA,
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Hold On

This song finds Pusha and Rick Ross spitting out downtrodden verses whilst an uncredited Kanye West supplies background vocals. "It's hard and emotional; it's what people wanna hear... as a rap purist," Pusha told The Boombox . "It almost has the same qualities to me that 'Sixteen' with [Ross] and Andre 3000 [had]. Not that the song sounds anything like that, but just the fact that you want to hear rap. Like you just hear two guys blacking out over verses."

The song starts off with Pusha drawing a clear line between his life as a rapper and his former one as a dope dealer:

"I sold more dope than I sold records, you n---as sold records never sold dope
So I ain't hearin' none of that street s--t, 'cause in my mind you motherf---ers sold soap."

Surprised at Pusha's claim that his income from record sales have yet to exceed his profits from drug dealing? My Name Is My Name is only Pusha's fourth album, his other three being released with his brother Malice under the Clipse moniker. The sibling's 2002 debut Lord Willin' was a RIAA-certified gold record, but their two subsequent releases (Hell Hath No Fury and Til the Casket Drops) didn't fare so well. "I don't think I sold that many records," the rapper told MTV News. "My run in the music game hasn't been the average rise to success. You're right, I have sold a million records. My favorite album, I've sold no records on Hell Hath No Fury. I only got three albums, I've been in the game since 2002, it's 2013 I only got three albums with the Clipse."

The music video finds Pusha returning to the streets with Ross where they deliver their testimonial verses to a classroom full of at-risk young adults. The scene morphs into a memorial service setting, with shots of black men wearing T-shirts depicting victims of random gun violence. "The concept of 'Hold On' is me and Ross performing in front of some neighborhood guys, lecturing and basically telling the people of the neighborhood — our peers, essentially — that we' re here for them and we' re doing this for them," Push T told MTV News.

He added: "Ross is a perfect fit for any song with me, personally, because I feel like he's one of the people I could count on to give a clean, concise, immaculate verse."