Pushin` Aside, Pushin` Along-De La Soul

I'mma get to be the king of New York When the queen in the crib be killing my nights In a horse I rode in on She swear the fresh prince gonna fail Parents just don't understand I'm just trying to get my kid on Posing in the mirror design A stone chizzling, the DMC, a pedigree, M A better me than them Sh*t I'm chasing this bus Once we get on P (Yeah?) it's all about us "Yeah but you can be a lawyer" Put them down father boy "Or a doctor baby!" Sorry Ma', I'm a microphone fiend, Addicted to the concept of rolling with a team And rolling up sleeves in some boss' office That orbits in the mind of another man Switch that undergrad over to this other plan But she snap back at me like a rubber band More concern cause she swim in the gutter (Come on Ma!) I just wanna cop her a crib and pops, well I don't know him His position on the bill is a veto All I ask is I be treated as an equal Man this lack of support seems illegal Come on Mom... Through the doubt and the stress My eyes are glued to it If it all goes wrong I won't push it aside I'll push it along And through stress and the doubt My eyes are so glued to it Like the words in the song We just pushin' aside, pushin' along Yep, attention from the parents They just want the best (They want your a** up in nest) Without falling Explainin' to them it is my calling It's like wearing a pack that has the parachute that might not open And anyways, this shouldn't even be descended In they mind, up world, with your wings extended Flight time, is the best way, But I'm listening to what my heart in my chest say I want the rap game, my mama wanna prey on it Pops like "Don't even spend another day on it" He keeps putting me down, Says I'm riding with my hobby in the front seat Responsibilities in the trunk And really need to just switch it around Unplug the dream, push it along With talents in these streets is pusher of the song Put smiles on the pretty girls' face And strength in the dudes embrace, when he's giving me that You can see it in their eyes that this ni**a can rap But my father, said I need a real blue collar Can't support a family with a few dollars But the damage is done, your son's a fiend For microphone and break beats and drum machines For large crowds yelling out Pop and Deen It's swerve from the first serve making them lean (You know it!) Through the stress and all the doubt My eyes stay glued to it Like the words in the song Just push it aside Push it along Through the doubt and stress My eyes are glued And if it all goes wrong We just push it aside, push it along They're like more pain, problem, more stress I'm like, more lanes, albums, more bless They like, not cheering it, not even hearing it When I talk about I'm trying to be a pioneer in it They're like this not the real job to fall on I'm like it's what my soul seems to call on I wanna hear them say Jay we support you But still in all I gotta do what I gotta do Yeah, and I'mma ride with them Good and bad times Let this doggy doggy step right out And play the chef See this thing is like good hot love Acquainted to the concept of pushing, no shove Debated in the halls, I used to slam doors shut Miss parental advisory was keeping her eyes on me But this little piggy's trying to tow the world With the blessing of his number one girl I can do this Ma! Through the doubt and the stress My eyes stay glued And If it all goes wrong, I'm pushin' aside I'm pushin' along And through the stress and all the doubt Hey yo, My eyes are so glued to it And Like the words in the song We just push it aside, push it along