Keep Pushin’ Blu

[Verse 1]
Yo I scribbled, all out of line when I drew up a self-portrait
Ran all out of space and found me in another orbit
More importantly though, he wasn't late for the interview
Kissed the interviewers hand, we weren't properly introduced
They danced through topics while skimming the truth
Skinny dipping in each other's optical visions nude
She threw the magazine cause she said she knew the editor
Chief rocker, not a competitor or a beat boxer
Honored enough, she Peter Bradley'd with us
With her Drew Blake's tucked cause she knew what was up
I just drew blanks, blushed all the way to the bank
Cashed a few bucks, got grub, filled up my tank
I think she, prolly think I'm doper than natural
Said I smoke with the judge, tried to feed her them apples
Fuck classical, I listen to jazz-soul, R&B, rhythm and blues
Funk grooves, hard to tweak shit
Deep end thoughts, I walked the streets bent
Contaminated speech be killin' then beat this
Watch one prefix, restrict-a-remix
Reach quick to keep shit
Constipate release dates, R-S-D-L, dual layer edition
As soon as the scene breaks. I sneak in the chicken
Get em' Hamilton James shot, couldn't handle grim had to grin
Nikon flashed again
Right on, yo, this planet is hilarious right moms?
Sike, wrong, look like he drop bombs on a serious note
He need a series, he's experienced folks
No inquiries though you should already know
Hold the press, you got me long as I'm holding her dress
When she move, I move and it's just that fresh