Pusha T – Nosetalgia (ft. Kendrick Lamar) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Pusha T - Nosetalgia (ft. Kendrick Lamar) (prod. Nottz & Kanye West)

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Pusha T Nosetalgia
Pusha T Nosetalgia

Today marks the 43rd birthday of Pusha T, a reminder that the top tier lyricist is, in fact, an OG in the game. Despite having recently delivered an album that many deem to be his magnum opus in 2018’s Daytona, Push has been steadily contributing bangers for nearly twenty years now. Look no further than his excellent work alongside Malice, Pharrell Williams, and Chad Hugo, better known as The Clipse. And while there are plenty of classic tunes to unpack from their triumphant run, it feels appropriate to highlight one of Push’s hardest tracks as a solo artist — well, sort of.

In 2013, Push dropped off My Name Is My Name, an album that sent many listeners instantly beelining toward the Kendrick Lamar-assisted “Nosetalgia.” Insofar as structure, the track serves up a hip-hop fan’s dream: two emcees, two lengthy verses. Not to mention production from Nottz and Kanye West, both of whom unite to bless the rappers with a minimalist, guitar-driven instrumental. Naturally, it’s hard to land on a standout verse with this caliber of talent, but the birthday boy certainly held it down with some premium drug-raps. “20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson, I started out as a babyface monster,” he spits, in his opening lines. “No wonder there’s diaper rash on my conscience.”

Happy birthday Pusha T!

Pusha T – Nosetalgia (ft. Kendrick Lamar) (prod. Nottz & Kanye West)

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[Produced by Kanye West and Nottz]

W-W-W-What is it?

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Twenty-plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby-faced monster
No wonder there’s diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm & Hammer and a Mason jar, that’s my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate
‘Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a Minute Steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two-toned
Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn’t do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood, I’m a doctor
Zhivago, tried to fight the urge
Like Ivan Drago, “If he dies, he dies”
Like Doughboy to Tre, if he rides, he rides
Throwing punches in his room, if he cries, he cries
We don’t drink away the pain when a nigga die
We add a link to the chain, inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playin’ on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills, who gon’ fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale, digital, my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless, simply ’cause it’s honest
Pure as the fumes that be fuckin’ with my sinus
Nigga, this is Simon Says, Simon, red
Blood on your diamonds ’til you dying – dead, yuugh!

“You better change what comes out your speaker”
“You better change, ch-ch-change”
“Dee-dee-dee, dah-dee, dah-dee, dee-dee, dah-dee, day-ah” (What is it?)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my momma’s Christmas party
Trouble’s on my mind
I still smell crime, my little brother crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the pipe and start feeling it
Ooh, wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that
This was different, geez, Louise, please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in
When I was ten, back when nine ounces had got you ten
And nine times out of ten, niggas don’t pay attention
And when it’s tension in the air, nines come with extensions
My daddy turned a quarter-piece to a four and a half
Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose
Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold
I said, “Daddy, one day, I’ma get you right with thirty-six zips
One thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter”
He said, “Son, how come you think you be my connect?”
I said, “Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect”
He said, “Well, nigga, then show me how it all makes sense”
Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick
Your son dope, nigga!
Now reap what you sowed, nigga! (Please reap what you sowed, nigga)
I was born in ’87, my granddaddy a legend
Now the same shit that y’all was smoking is my profession
Let’s get it

“You better change what comes out your speaker”
“You better change ch-change, ch-change, ch-change, cha-ange”
“You better change what comes out your speaker”
“Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?”
“Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?”


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