Ever since he and his brother Malice bumrushed the rap scene in 2002 with their debut album, Lord Willin', Pusha T has been touted as one of the more masterful wordsmiths in the entire genre. Notorious for his musings about life as a wholesale coke dealer and the wry wit in which he delivers his verses, despite releasing a pair of classic albums as part of the Clipse, the Virginia repper has long left rap enthusiasts pondering the levels of greatness he could also accomplish as a soloist. The hip-hop community would have their wishes granted when Pusha T and Malice decided to go on hiatus after the release of their third studio album Til the Casket Drops, giving Pusha T the opportunity to branch out creatively.
Linking with Kanye West and signing a deal with GOOD Music in 2010, Pusha T announced his highly-anticipated debut album, My Name is My Name, the following year, but after a series of false starts and push-backs, the album would finally be liberated on October 8, 2013. Debuting at No. 4 on the Billboard 200 with 74,000 copies sold in its first week, My Name is My Name would be a critical success, with many tastemakers and fans alike billing it as one of the superior rap albums of the year. Led by the singles "Numbers on the Board" and the Chris Brown-assisted "Sweet Serenade," and rounded out by high-powered collaborations with the likes of Kendrick Lamar ("Nosetalgia"), Rick Ross ("Hold On"), 2 Chainz and Big Sean ("Who I Am"), Future ("Pain"), and Pharrell Williams ("S.N.I.T.C.H."), MNIMN made it clear that Pusha T is more than capable of delivering an album by his own devices as he is in a group and is considered by many to be a modern day classic.
In celebration of its five year anniversary, REVOLT TV gave Pusha T's solo debut a spin, took a trip down memory lane and highlighted 20 of the more memorable lyrics from My Name is My Name that left rap fiends with the sniffles.
"Carry on like a carry-on, on my side bitch I let tag along / Call me 'daddy' from a complex / 'Cause her mother's fucker wouldn't marry mom / No excuses, no regard / Step on the brick like a promenade / Twenty thousand on calling cards / And I'm speaking Spanish like Don Omar"
"Vultures to my culture / Exploit the struggle, insult ya / They name dropping 'bout Caine copping / But never been a foot soldier / Let's have another look, just get a little closer / Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha / In a cranberry Rossta, inside track on the G rap poster / Best D-boy, all I'm missing is a dash / Difference between me and Hova"
"Numbers On The Boards"
"King Push, kingpin, overlord / Coast Guard come a hundred goin' overboard / I got money with the best of 'em / Go blow for blow with any Mexican / Don't let your side bitches settle in / Might have to headbutt your Evelyn / Ballers, I put numbers on the boards / Hard to get a handle on this double-edged sword / Whether rappin' or I'm rappin' to a whore / Might reach back and relapse to wrappin' up this raw"
"Came from the bottom, no one said it would be fair / Now I'm on this money, lounging like it's a beach chair / Poppa don't preach, a-all we do is just reach here / Raised 'round killers, we just happy to be here / Spot 'em, got 'em, let your soul pay your dues / While my hoes doing magic, voodoo Moulin Rouge / That's a tactic that they use, fuck 'em high then suck 'em dry / Before you know it, her Q7 is buzzing by"
"Got rich selling hope to the hopeless / But I'm a thinker, methodic in my motives / I motivate to put my niggas into motors / No woman, no child, no witness, no Jehovahs / Like Scarface but it's God's face in that mirror / We was made in his image, dialing and it's much clearer / Scoring from the heights but I wanted mine purer / Aryan, blonde hair, blue-eyed like the Führer"
"I was pissing my shorts, having rich nigga thoughts / Wish I had a pistol before all the friends I done fought / Overnight I seen a nigga go get a Carrera / Two weeks later I had to be that boy pallbearer / Young king bury me inside a glass casket / Windex wipe me down for the life after / Crack dealer living like a hoop star / Black marble, white walls in my new spot" — Rick Ross
"I'm still a snow mover, blow harder than tuba / Designated shooters, turn weed to woolers / Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the NASDAQ / In that glass back, the motor is the ass crack / I'm still feeding divas like I feed the meter / Holy father to 'em, I ain't talking Jesus neither / Balance on the scale, I ain't a Libra either / I'm just a name and a number with the means to reach ya"
"I build mine off fed time and dope lines / You caught steam off headlines and co-signs / Young niggas cliquing up with my rivals / Like the Bible don't burn, like these bullets don't spiral / Like I can't see the scenes that you mirror in your idol / But a pawn's only purpose is completely suicidal / Ooh! Suicide, it's a suicide / I'm just talking to the world like it's you and I"
"Nothing but cash here, this sweater is cashmere / The roof is a translucent, it's nothing but glass there / The car is a concept, what's next is my last year / My future is bright hot, you never can last here / I'm top five, listen, who hot in the past year? / Five heartbeats and I'm feeling like Flash here / 'Cause what I captured is the beast unleashed in the pasture / Story of the sheep and the wolves I unmaster" — Ab Liva
"Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us / I had both mine home, let's keep it real, niggas / My better half chose the better path, applaud him / Younger brother me a spoiled child, I fought him / I heard that the Devil's new playground is boredom / The California top just falls back like autumn / And they say I'm on the verge of winning / I claim victory when Malice on the verge of sinning"
"Unpolished, unapologetic / Big willie with the blow, niggas, I am legend / School of hard knock, I attended / Selling hard rock, fuck who I offended / I was a goner, punished by karma / Called him tar baby, now he's transcending genres / The 911 came with the ass shots / A toothless crackhead was the mascot / The owner of the key to that padlock / I'm Jordan versus Cavs for the last shot"
"Nowadays I sell hope, what you rather I sell dope? / What I sell is a lifestyle, naked bitches on sailboats / Foreign cars on a freight train for every nigga they railroad / Rent-a-cars we road run, money longer than train smoke / I done been in that same boat, I ain't letting this chain go / Representing my niggas down 'til they free 'em like Django"
"In the pursuit of this power, this masterpiece to the hour / You know it's platinum and waterproof, wear this bitch in the shower / Yeah, we want finer things, plus a plug in the scale / Yeah, them plates shining like diamond rings at back, can't you tell? / In the hood, I'm a king, King Arthur to the people / Except he got his on a Chariot, I got mine in a Regal / Sport cars, Italian leather, Princess Cut with baguettes / Law of physics say them 9s weigh more when they wet"
"Let Me Love You"
"Uh, I know that you think I'm the one, but who doesn't? / It comes with the territory when you buzzin' / A ball player sold you a dream, ain't do nothing / A couple rappers under your belt, but who's judging? / I ain't trying to guide you, hand on Bible / But Instagram pics show more than side views / Thirty-dollar nude catsuits is not cute / And fifty comments on ass is not fluke"
"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"
"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 there's tension in the air, nines come with extensions" — Kendrick Lamar
"18 wheeler gorillas / Black with gold chains, pitch bird like Steelers / Hines Ward of the crime lords / Running through this money screaming "encore" / Spending nights with the prime whore / But that's the bitch that you're blind for / Celebrating on a whim, nigga / Pain is Pac Above the Rim, nigga"
"Pain in this bitch, with a mask and a glove / And a team of lawyers to run the train on the judge / It's no risk without gain / It's no trust without shame / It's no us without 'caine / Push, my name is my name / In the kitchen with a cape on, apron / Tre-eight on, coulda been Trayvon / But instead I chose Avon"
"We used to steal dirt bikes, dodge raindrops / So close niggas thought we had the same pops / Graduated, gettin' money on the same blocks /But things changed and we ain't end up in the same box / Hearing whispers, 'it ain't adding up' / Giving you the jailhouse talk but you ain't mad enough / I never thought I'd be the last man standing up / I never thought I'd had have to question 'Were you man enough?'"
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