A. Nayaka
Rush
Oh
I feel rush now
Oh
I feel rush now
Oh
I feel rush now
I feel rush now
Oh

I feel rush now
I feel rush now

Take shoot reload
Then put the body dead
Take em by Internet
Yeah
Lay down when fire my automatic weapon
When you know nothing the internet
Stepin my case
When you wishing for the god

You know nothing by far
Never going to heaven
Cuz you know that I'm the god
Know that I'm the god
Backseat wildin
And take me to the beach
And fuck em in the island
Big man sing for the whole team
Make hot man like Jason?
Big man don't sing
But when try to sing
All wet in your Amin?
Main bitch side chicks
3 4 5 6
Sort up in the street
You know we bought it
I feel rush
I feel rush
Now
I feel rush
I feel rush
Now
I feel rush
I feel rush
Now
I feel rush
I feel rush

2 3 4
Everybody to the door
Try to shiting on me
I'll lay you on the floor
I ask that mister with the illest skillest king of the rap in the back
Man you know
I'll be supreme
Only supreme can test my god

Oh
I feel rush now
Oh
I feel rush
Now
I feel rush
Now
I feel rush now
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
I feel rush now
Oh
I feel rush now
I feel
I feel
Round two with the murders streaks
For the head of the hip hop generation
Man yo fake ass music cartoon
Ain't no animation life action
Won't pump action
Shotgun shot off with no sections
Killing on the booty again
In the burger man
Split it up into the head
Told that it's humiliated
Black mess to the cola
All black to
All while I
You ain't try get no love
Whole team are behind me
Your chicks ask to get me
Why you asked friendly
Snipe game on wrestling

I feel rush
I feel rush now
I feel rush
I feel rush now
I feel rush
I feel rush now
I feel rush
2 3 4
Everybody to the door
Try to shiting on me
I'll lay you on the floor
I ask that mister with the illest skillest king of the rap in the back
Man you know
I'll be supreme
Only supreme can test my god