‘Push The Button [Motivate Me] (FreetheStyle #17)’ ((All I want is that love...)) Push the button, motivate me so I get on my job Encouragement an' inspiration so they get on my knob Flourishin', no denigration, send me high as a lob All I want is that love, hope I acquire a glob Gon' acquire the globe, whether they ready or otherwise Temporal lobe damaged comparin' Eddie to other guys {-} Perception's different in the iris of other eyes But you gon' recognize in the moment this brother rise {-} 'Tween my trigger digit an' annularis, the rebuttal lies That's vaffanculo to naysayers, they shuttle lies Snakes often walk around in a subtle guise It's obvious, but still get surprised when fuckz arise Look, I got mo' willpower than Stewart wit' the ring on Spittin' on these fools like I'm speakin' fuckin' Klingon Frauds ridin' waves, always need sumpin' to cling on Ain't poppin' on the map, Lilliputians won't ever ping on Bring on if you got it, I'm ready like Spongebobby Get the business when I jot it, thinkin' it's son's hobby Body caught, now rotted; get a inklin' to lunge forward Last act you done plotted, finito from son's sword {–} Get to slicin' like Gin Tama an' Gorobei Icin' on the cake, will send trauma an' more yo' way For yo' day, I bring that ruination, giant urination Pissin' all on ya' parade, incur frustration No doubts I can rap, get on the mic an' G-O But I'm surrounded by them folk who don't dig my style of flow Still ain't a pro, but I'm– definitely not a novice Evidently not as modest as the ones you label hottest Fake friends {-} thinkin' that I'm past my prime But still make eyes buck when I'm asked to rhyme Time after time, Matt done said I need exposure, that be true Hopefully exposure bring in the fans who stay glued To the Facebook, Twitter, Instagram an' such Gon'– amp up them views, I got that fire in clutch Main reason {-} I tend to be admired as such I'm not the hardest, but work got damn hard, don't disregard Ain't here to +tear da club up+ like Paul Beauregard I'm just here to shine an' live, cheers for the bard Got the cards– an' drifted 'tween, nerd an' thuggish Words get published, lookin' beautiful -- Persian rug ish Words is luggage, let 'em travel, First Class or Coach Don't matter, just look out, the jet's due to approach No reproach, this gift gush out my ears, penis an' nostrils If– music don't work, still got comics an' novels Was– born to wreak havoc, be belligerent an' hostile They don't let me in? Time to joust an' jostle Gotta– push forward 'til my blessings colossal Ain't– too proud to beg, but you won't see me grovel Fight the thought of runnin' up on fools wit' the snub nozzle Pressed in the small of they back, give up them baubles An'– anything monetary on ya' person Ribs touchin' an' sparkin', shit is urgent Yeah, y'all know Eddie ain't never been street But goin' wit'out much to eat changed the way my heart beat Changed how I sleep, havin' envious nightmares Money you accumulate got me tight, beware Keep braggin' 'bout what you bought, come where you live Call my cuzzo up, like, “Let's snatch his kids.” Stash 'em away 'til you empty out all ya' savings An'– we'll both be armed, so don't try to be brave, man Look, had to veer from the topic at hand To– address how I truly feel as a man The lack of motivation got me plagued wit' bad ideas Too much dead weight in my life, that much is clear An' I fear, that my literal end is near Anxiety is killin' me, loathin' jeers I don't hear Suicidal thoughts feelin' like herpes the way they come back Why in the fuck do I still rap...?