Right Track Studios, New York, NY - Blaze of Glory lyrics

[Intro: Pharrell] n***a, put down ya beer and - snatch up ya children A lot of clack up clack up, street clearin' First the firing then the siren you'll be hearin' Your man got a few heartbeats left they fearin' [Hook: Pharrell] It's me or you or them or us Regardless of what them things gon' bust Ashes to ashes and dust to dust I clear the land, in god we trust n***a It's the blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here for these n***as, the blaze of glory The blaze of glory, the blaze of glory You come in here for these n***as, the blaze of glory [Verse 1: Pusha T] Yuugh! f** ya crews and who ya choosin' Critics and news and all their reviews The watch j**elled and VSS j**els with Different hues of rogues or blues The street movement that I move with Hurries the caine like Miami U Ya n***as foolin', what you doing Obviously you ain't got a clue It's the blaze of glory I'm k**er in the clutch, like the Lakers' Horry With four seconds left, rappers can't ignore me Quit steppin' on my heel You f**ers riding my flow like I'm your trainin' wheels, ugh! Mind over matter, SL blacker Sunny days, I might if to think he can't ROOF! You n***as fishin', well wishin' Lotta rhyme but still missin' the vision It's the blaze of glory [Hook: Pharrell] [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history Turn pages for me, my story is epic Hustle in my blood, my story is metric Bring that O backwards I'm feeling dyslexic Grew up misdirected, dark complected Sometimes no electric, it was hectic, it was harsh; I was awed, I was affected, neglected At sixteen, I got connected like Tetris Had the power to zone, turn powder to stone In any beef, iron drept it, iron tested Think back, I invested, I a**essed it, I reflected Think back, I was requested by God I shall lead as I was directed Demand to be king, I was selected a menacing thing Defying the odds, defying with arms A tyrant's evolved, the tyrant is on, so run for ya weapon n***a! [Hook: Pharrell] [Verse 3: Malice] I'm for that hit rich quick sh**, for that quick lick For that quick Vick f**er, I ain't for the bullsh** I ain't for the small talk, strictly bout the ballpark Figures on my numbers these n***as is all talk n***as is missing out on life, I ain't hit him I ain't sitting round thumb-twiddlin', I ain't wishin' No one could ever tell the Malicious I ain't livin' The home town homies hate my name, I ain't tripping I don't retaliate, I don't hate, I obliv' them Jesus 'round my neck, I'm a Christian I forgive 'em I was chosen to hold this throne I held my own, ever since I held that zone And served it, from all the days I heard mama's curses Now I put it in verses, it was worth it Don't let it hurt kid, push a pack, cook a crack Whatever be the plate, motherf**er get the bank, uh! [Hook: Pharrell]