Intro (Road To Till The Casket Drops)

[Intro: Pusha T]
Clipse and Re-Up Gang Records presents
The Play Cloths mixtape
The prelude to Til The Casket Drops
Third time's a charm motherfuckers
We done seen it all, We done done it all
We done been through it all
Ain't nothing but warriors here
Yes!
Turn my headphones up

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
They say the third time's a charm, I say that's too long
To go unrecognized when you're a phenom
Clearly you can see that I'm the best like I'm in neon
Til the Casket Drops, the greatness is reborn
No excuses, no more [?]
Got a newfound love for everything that's jewish, I
Duck the Judas and I dodged old Brutus
The backstabber out the way
Motherfucker's let's do this, It's the
Hood's Obama, shovelin' McCain
Out the project windows, the Drama's insane
The rap game's upside down like David Blaine
You fans is Times Square for following them lames
I gave you truth, revealed my proof
Loosened the knots from your minds I was your masseuse
The message got twisted, I'm just young, black and gifted
The theme was coke, but the line's was uplifting
On my road to the riches with the bitches in the cars
It ain't hard to tell we can't all be Nas
The truth really is we can't all be stars
But I'll be goddamned if I settle for Bronze - ever!

[Interlude: Pusha T]
Haha! Never!
Never, motherfuckers!
Til the Casket Drops!
As If you don't know!
All we give you is classics!

[Verse 2: No Malice & Pusha T]
Dear god forgive my iniquities
The triple beam weighed it down like it's Mister T
I play the keys, Beethoven had the center piece
Stayed with them bundles, a joy since they infancy
Y'all in disbelief, the coach roofless
Cruise by I smack 'em in the face like the Stooges, as if
You can be like me, niggas is clueless
The insulated doors silence the acoustics
Nothing beats a true flip I do it in the dark
I cut it just right like when I parallel park
My hands in the white like on the parallel bars
The coke that I push is as pure as a child's heart (My God)
I still take part, I can't even say formally
Til The Casket Drop or cops corner me
Oyster Rollie watch, white diamonds adorning me
You better cry for yourself, ain't no sense in you mournin' me

[Outro: Pusha T]
No, ain't no mourning us
If I die today or tomorrow I done it all
You tell me how you one of the best, huh?
You better cry for yourself !
President E-motherfucking-lect!
This is how you start a campaign!
Til the Casket Drops!
Yeaugh!