Mickey Cho - Kick, Push
Kick, Push
I used to kick, push, back when I was younger
Skating down the boulevard, a kid full of wonder
When the world tried to suffocate me, take me down under
They couldn’t paralyze me, I was full of hunger
Dreaming big enough to float away, balloons in the sky
Questions of the world, Looney tunes on my mind
A couple years later, I would focus all my time
On the art of Hip-Hop, learning how to write and rhyme
And this is where I’m at, put in the position to
Rhyme with the people back in college I would listen to
Padawan to Jedi, now I catch the red eye
All around the world singing Jesus is alive
People ask me all the time, are you a Christian rapper?
That depends on a couple different factors
Rapping what I live? Or living what I rap?
Is the music my expression or the image I enact?
The world’s at war, sometimes it gets messy
No sugarcoated lie, no watered down dressing
They throw you into battle as a kid, are you ready?
May the odds be ever in your favor, Effie
Some fight for survival, others for the title
But I fight for neither, I fight for revival
The devil says I failed, this battle is for you to lose
Like I really give a crap about these YouTube views, please
But in the end, it’s a breeze like an easy go
Cause in reality I’m fighting a defeated foe
So many people wage war against a manikin
That hasn’t been effective since the cross two thousand years ago
And it’s ridiculous that he intimidates us
OMG, LOL, hashtag wake up
And here’s a nugget for you gold digging Tweeters
If Jesus isn’t shakable you shouldn’t be either
Sometimes I like to watch a little Justin Bieber
Believing that he’s called to be a monumental leader
If nobody believes for our celebrities and divas
Then we’ve given them away in addition to their freedom
So move away and stand back
I’m climbing up the mountain where the wealthy stand at
Beyonces and Kanyes and Nicki Minaj’s
All saved, mental pictures, I would Instagram that
Is that Facebook worthy?
Like if you agree, leave a comment if you heard me
Follow me on Twitter, click on all my music
Is it pride if I believe I have a calling of influence
It isn’t me, it’s all Him anyway
Add that to the list of stuff Christian rappers say
Why’s it a crime to believe in what you do?
You act as if your God don’t even believe in you
I know my God got my back like chiroprac
And so I elevate my praise up a couple stacks
I know it makes my enemy grow sicker
Let him fight, opposition makes this sail fly quicker
Naw, don’t do it, a Holy Ghost celebration
Jam kind of music, I’m rocking with the truest
Who needs to learn the Dougie when I manifest the joy
Undignified like David, you could holler at your boy
And so I kick, push, kick, push, coasting right along
So I kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, is that the title of this song?
Well… reminiscing about my younger days
Kick flipping lyrics over instrumentals, record playing
DJing, ollies over follies of a mini me
Spinning over history, 360 flipping, he's a beast
On the grind now, crooked? No, never
But forever on the straight path, what could be better?
Than an open road, wind in your hair
Freedom tastes good when you're flying through the air
Can you dig it? Cause it's these days, adolescent teen days
Listening to Green Day that made me who I am,
Recollecting every fall, every scab, every bruise, every tumble
Cause they taught me how to get back up and stand
I used to kick, push, back when I was younger
Skating down the boulevard, a kid full of wonder
When the world tried to suffocate me, take me down under
They couldn’t paralyze me, I was full of hunger
Dreaming big enough to float away, balloons in the sky
Questions of the world, Looney tunes on my mind
A couple years later, I would focus all my time
On the art of Hip-Hop, learning how to write and rhyme
And this is where I’m at, put in the position to
Rhyme with the people back in college I would listen to
Padawan to Jedi, now I catch the red eye
All around the world singing Jesus is alive
People ask me all the time, are you a Christian rapper?
That depends on a couple different factors
Rapping what I live? Or living what I rap?
Is the music my expression or the image I enact?
The world’s at war, sometimes it gets messy
No sugarcoated lie, no watered down dressing
They throw you into battle as a kid, are you ready?
May the odds be ever in your favor, Effie
Some fight for survival, others for the title
But I fight for neither, I fight for revival
The devil says I failed, this battle is for you to lose
Like I really give a crap about these YouTube views, please
But in the end, it’s a breeze like an easy go
Cause in reality I’m fighting a defeated foe
So many people wage war against a manikin
That hasn’t been effective since the cross two thousand years ago
And it’s ridiculous that he intimidates us
OMG, LOL, hashtag wake up
And here’s a nugget for you gold digging Tweeters
If Jesus isn’t shakable you shouldn’t be either
Sometimes I like to watch a little Justin Bieber
Believing that he’s called to be a monumental leader
If nobody believes for our celebrities and divas
Then we’ve given them away in addition to their freedom
So move away and stand back
I’m climbing up the mountain where the wealthy stand at
Beyonces and Kanyes and Nicki Minaj’s
All saved, mental pictures, I would Instagram that
Is that Facebook worthy?
Like if you agree, leave a comment if you heard me
Follow me on Twitter, click on all my music
Is it pride if I believe I have a calling of influence
It isn’t me, it’s all Him anyway
Add that to the list of stuff Christian rappers say
Why’s it a crime to believe in what you do?
You act as if your God don’t even believe in you
I know my God got my back like chiroprac
And so I elevate my praise up a couple stacks
I know it makes my enemy grow sicker
Let him fight, opposition makes this sail fly quicker
Naw, don’t do it, a Holy Ghost celebration
Jam kind of music, I’m rocking with the truest
Who needs to learn the Dougie when I manifest the joy
Undignified like David, you could holler at your boy
And so I kick, push, kick, push, coasting right along
So I kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, is that the title of this song?
Well… reminiscing about my younger days
Kick flipping lyrics over instrumentals, record playing
DJing, ollies over follies of a mini me
Spinning over history, 360 flipping, he's a beast
On the grind now, crooked? No, never
But forever on the straight path, what could be better?
Than an open road, wind in your hair
Freedom tastes good when you're flying through the air
Can you dig it? Cause it's these days, adolescent teen days
Listening to Green Day that made me who I am,
Recollecting every fall, every scab, every bruise, every tumble
Cause they taught me how to get back up and stand
Kick, Push
I used to kick, push, back when I was younger
Skating down the boulevard, a kid full of wonder
When the world tried to suffocate me, take me down under
They couldn’t paralyze me, I was full of hunger
Dreaming big enough to float away, balloons in the sky
Questions of the world, Looney tunes on my mind
A couple years later, I would focus all my time
On the art of Hip-Hop, learning how to write and rhyme
And this is where I’m at, put in the position to
Rhyme with the people back in college I would listen to
Padawan to Jedi, now I catch the red eye
All around the world singing Jesus is alive
People ask me all the time, are you a Christian rapper?
That depends on a couple different factors
Rapping what I live? Or living what I rap?
Is the music my expression or the image I enact?
The world’s at war, sometimes it gets messy
No sugarcoated lie, no watered down dressing
They throw you into battle as a kid, are you ready?
May the odds be ever in your favor, Effie
Some fight for survival, others for the title
But I fight for neither, I fight for revival
The devil says I failed, this battle is for you to lose
Like I really give a crap about these YouTube views, please
But in the end, it’s a breeze like an easy go
Cause in reality I’m fighting a defeated foe
So many people wage war against a manikin
That hasn’t been effective since the cross two thousand years ago
And it’s ridiculous that he intimidates us
OMG, LOL, hashtag wake up
And here’s a nugget for you gold digging Tweeters
If Jesus isn’t shakable you shouldn’t be either
Sometimes I like to watch a little Justin Bieber
Believing that he’s called to be a monumental leader
If nobody believes for our celebrities and divas
Then we’ve given them away in addition to their freedom
So move away and stand back
I’m climbing up the mountain where the wealthy stand at
Beyonces and Kanyes and Nicki Minaj’s
All saved, mental pictures, I would Instagram that
Is that Facebook worthy?
Like if you agree, leave a comment if you heard me
Follow me on Twitter, click on all my music
Is it pride if I believe I have a calling of influence
It isn’t me, it’s all Him anyway
Add that to the list of stuff Christian rappers say
Why’s it a crime to believe in what you do?
You act as if your God don’t even believe in you
I know my God got my back like chiroprac
And so I elevate my praise up a couple stacks
I know it makes my enemy grow sicker
Let him fight, opposition makes this sail fly quicker
Naw, don’t do it, a Holy Ghost celebration
Jam kind of music, I’m rocking with the truest
Who needs to learn the Dougie when I manifest the joy
Undignified like David, you could holler at your boy
And so I kick, push, kick, push, coasting right along
So I kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, is that the title of this song?
Well… reminiscing about my younger days
Kick flipping lyrics over instrumentals, record playing
DJing, ollies over follies of a mini me
Spinning over history, 360 flipping, he's a beast
On the grind now, crooked? No, never
But forever on the straight path, what could be better?
Than an open road, wind in your hair
Freedom tastes good when you're flying through the air
Can you dig it? Cause it's these days, adolescent teen days
Listening to Green Day that made me who I am,
Recollecting every fall, every scab, every bruise, every tumble
Cause they taught me how to get back up and stand
I used to kick, push, back when I was younger
Skating down the boulevard, a kid full of wonder
When the world tried to suffocate me, take me down under
They couldn’t paralyze me, I was full of hunger
Dreaming big enough to float away, balloons in the sky
Questions of the world, Looney tunes on my mind
A couple years later, I would focus all my time
On the art of Hip-Hop, learning how to write and rhyme
And this is where I’m at, put in the position to
Rhyme with the people back in college I would listen to
Padawan to Jedi, now I catch the red eye
All around the world singing Jesus is alive
People ask me all the time, are you a Christian rapper?
That depends on a couple different factors
Rapping what I live? Or living what I rap?
Is the music my expression or the image I enact?
The world’s at war, sometimes it gets messy
No sugarcoated lie, no watered down dressing
They throw you into battle as a kid, are you ready?
May the odds be ever in your favor, Effie
Some fight for survival, others for the title
But I fight for neither, I fight for revival
The devil says I failed, this battle is for you to lose
Like I really give a crap about these YouTube views, please
But in the end, it’s a breeze like an easy go
Cause in reality I’m fighting a defeated foe
So many people wage war against a manikin
That hasn’t been effective since the cross two thousand years ago
And it’s ridiculous that he intimidates us
OMG, LOL, hashtag wake up
And here’s a nugget for you gold digging Tweeters
If Jesus isn’t shakable you shouldn’t be either
Sometimes I like to watch a little Justin Bieber
Believing that he’s called to be a monumental leader
If nobody believes for our celebrities and divas
Then we’ve given them away in addition to their freedom
So move away and stand back
I’m climbing up the mountain where the wealthy stand at
Beyonces and Kanyes and Nicki Minaj’s
All saved, mental pictures, I would Instagram that
Is that Facebook worthy?
Like if you agree, leave a comment if you heard me
Follow me on Twitter, click on all my music
Is it pride if I believe I have a calling of influence
It isn’t me, it’s all Him anyway
Add that to the list of stuff Christian rappers say
Why’s it a crime to believe in what you do?
You act as if your God don’t even believe in you
I know my God got my back like chiroprac
And so I elevate my praise up a couple stacks
I know it makes my enemy grow sicker
Let him fight, opposition makes this sail fly quicker
Naw, don’t do it, a Holy Ghost celebration
Jam kind of music, I’m rocking with the truest
Who needs to learn the Dougie when I manifest the joy
Undignified like David, you could holler at your boy
And so I kick, push, kick, push, coasting right along
So I kick, push, kick, push, kick, push, is that the title of this song?
Well… reminiscing about my younger days
Kick flipping lyrics over instrumentals, record playing
DJing, ollies over follies of a mini me
Spinning over history, 360 flipping, he's a beast
On the grind now, crooked? No, never
But forever on the straight path, what could be better?
Than an open road, wind in your hair
Freedom tastes good when you're flying through the air
Can you dig it? Cause it's these days, adolescent teen days
Listening to Green Day that made me who I am,
Recollecting every fall, every scab, every bruise, every tumble
Cause they taught me how to get back up and stand
