[Intro: Pusha T]

Clipse and Re-Up Gang Records presents

The Play Cloths mixtape

The prelude to Til The Casket Drops

Third time's a charm motherfuckers

We done seen it all, We done done it all

We done been through it all

Ain't nothing but warriors here

Yes!

Turn my headphones up

[Verse 1: Pusha T]

They say the third time's a charm, I say that's too long

To go unrecognized when you're a phenom

Clearly you can see that I'm the best like I'm in neon

Til the Casket Drops, the greatness is reborn

No excuses, no more nooses

Got a newfound love for everything that's jewish, I

Duck the Judas and I dodged old Brutus

The backstabber out the way

Motherfucker's let's do this, It's the

Hood's Obama, shovelin' McCain

Out the project windows, the Drama's insane

The rap game's upside down like David Blaine

You fans is Times Square for following them lames

I gave you truth, revealed my proof

Loosened the knots from your minds I was your masseuse

The message got twisted, I'm just young, black and gifted

The theme was coke, but the line's was uplifting

On my road to the riches with the bitches in the cars

It ain't hard to tell we can't all be Nas

The truth really is we can't all be stars

But I'll be goddamned if I settle for Bronze - ever!

[Interlude: Pusha T]

Haha! Never!

Never, motherfuckers!

Til the Casket Drops!

As If you don't know!

All we give you is classics!

[Verse 2: No Malice & Pusha T]

Dear god forgive my iniquities

The triple beam weighed it down like it's Mister T

I play the keys, Beethoven had the center piece

Stayed with them bundles, a joy since they infancy

Y'all in disbelief, the coach roofless

Cruise by I smack 'em in the face like the Stooges, as if

You can be like me, niggas is clueless

The insulated doors silence the acoustics

Nothing beats a true flip I do it in the dark

I cut it just right like when I parallel park

My hands in the white like on the parallel bars

The coke that I push is as pure as a child's heart (My God)

I still take part, I can't even say formally

Til The Casket Drop or cops corner me

Oyster Rollie watch, white diamonds adorning me

You better cry for yourself, ain't no sense in you mournin' me

[Outro: Pusha T]

No, ain't no mourning us

If I die today or tomorrow I done it all

You tell me how you one of the best, huh?

You better cry for yourself !

President E-motherfucking-lect!

This is how you start a campaign!

Til the Casket Drops!

Yeaugh!