Pump - Merkules, Tech N9ne, Stevie Ross

Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain’t fallin' for the sneak

Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach

They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face

Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

Nah I never been a fan of the wackness

Been around the world with a map and an atlas

All the mumble rap is a massive distraction

You ain’t Sway you ain’t have all the answers, nah!

Everything I see you do is run of the mill

But fuck it you feelin I’m killin' like I’m Buffalo Bill

Been through the thunder and hell, I got my act together

So I dare you to name somebody who’s rappin' better

I betcha won’t, til you can’t, til you should, but you couldn’t

Cause I’m dope, I’m the man, got the kush and my hoodie

Got a scope and a lens and a bush fulla bullets

With my finger on the trigger I can push til I pull it

I came outta my mom with a mic attached

It’s like I siphon gas and then I write these raps

And all these other cats bite like a Tyson match

But you can find me on the web like Spiderman

I’m comin' to kill em, these mothafuckas suck, I’m the realest

The whole freshman cover is number one on my hitlist

And you get punched in the grill, cause I run it like fitness

I see your girl front row tryin' to suck on my didick

I said NO!

They pump us up they used to try and punk us out

My team is dressed for a funeral we don’t fuck around

Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain’t fallin' for the sneak

Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach

They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face

Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)

They pump us up (get them numbers up now)

They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)

They pump us up (get them numbers up now)

Why they wanna see me in the dirt, wanna see me fail?

Once they hear the work we gon' see the sales

Watch 'em change like chameleon

Pump the brakes, y’all fuckin' fake don’t wanna see me with

I be the general with the flow

I used to be minimal with the dough

They be jealous, subliminal

When they all on my genitals

When I flip it and hella reppin' the MO

Now they know when really ready to blow

And I look at the women havin' the glow

But in the very beginning

They never thought of me winning

We see the haters be grinning within' my show

I was walkin' up a hill in C mid boost

Coughin' up the real and grievous juice

Lookin' at suicide

Stupidity, you decide

Fakin' it wasn’t the way 'cause he went truth

Tecca beat 'em down, pound for pound

Winnin' em all over, town by town

The clown with sound was down, but found

Now the Nina’s world renowned and crowned

I was forbidden yeah

Had a rough time gettin' there

But instead of wishin' a nigga was grittin'

So now I’m spittin' yeah

Now they all wanna listen here

But a whole lotta hissin' there

They wanna hold a nigga back and I put the gun up on a track imma kill it when

on a mission yeah

Fallin', fallin', fallin', we ain’t fallin' for the sneak

Hear a lot of talking but they jocking for the reach

They gon' switch up on the low, never hit you in your face

Hit you in your face, never hit you in your face

They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)

They pump us up (get them numbers up now)

They pump us up (they gon' pump us up)

They pump us up (get them numbers up now)

Why they wanna see me in the dirt, wanna see me fail?

Once they hear the work we gon' see the sales

Watch 'em change like chameleon

Pump the brakes, y’all fuckin' fake don’t wanna see me with