If Pusha T Drops a Single in the Forest Everyone Will Hear It

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The Uncrushable Rapper Drops Latest Single "Untouchable"

When Pusha T drops, the world stops. "Untouchable"—the first single off his forthcoming album King Push—makes it clear: the Virginia-born rapper and entrepreneur deserves your attention. The single was first made available on G.O.O.D. Music's website where visitors had to click and hold a small square icon in order to play the song. Releasing the click would pause the music, forcing you to click again, and hear the song from the beginning.

A ha! We see what you did there, Pusha T. No more "click play on the laptop and open a new browser window to check Facebook." Add conceptual artist to Pusha T's resume, along with President of G.O.O.D. Music, as Billboard announced on Monday.

"Untouchable" written by Pusha T, produced by Timbaland

Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Yuugh, I drops every blue moon To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge Legend has it, the wrist is magic The left is Patek, Philippe's replaced by Matsuhisa Ignore most requests for the feature Unless it’s getting played on the beach in Ibiza While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha Can’t you see my Total; Pam, Kima, Keisha I’m aiming for the moguls, why y'all niggas aiming at the locals? And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopeful Still wishing on a star The last one to find out that Baby own the cars The final trilogy of Jaws The grills like, interior gauze It feels like, still white Matching Missoni looks African on me They tryin’ pin the trafficking on me like Mano and Tony My thoughts spilling over The soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the coca Yuugh! It’s a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox Half a million paralleled and ain’t nothin’ rented Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit It rides a little better in the cockpit

Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

Mu told me to switch styles He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounce Adidas gave me a million and that don’t bounce The president of G.O.O.D. Music has been announced A quarter million a year and that don’t bounce I’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing count Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce My breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile’ fame Selling M&Ms to him and ‘em White to the Blacks I’m a villain in The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem Let’s talk about it gentlemen My barcode is Netflix “Narcos” Part on the side of my 'fro like I’m Pablo No hablo, I sell blow Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho Yuugh, let’s take the scenic route I could show you the strange fruit It’s looking like Beirut They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2 These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use Of every Spanish name I done ran across No matter what the weight, I done ran it off I’m walking on water, I took the sandals off Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push

Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600

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