DA REAL3ST’s PUSH IT: Street Authenticity Meets Jazz Sophistication

DA REAL3ST’s new single PUSH IT keeps it blunt, riding drill grit over jazz-tinted keys with a steady hand.

Soulful keys dance and drift beneath moody atmospherics whilst sharp percussion maintains drill’s signature intensity.

Rather than feeling forced, these elements coalesce naturally, creating space where introspection and aggression coexist.

The jazz elements don’t soften the street narratives; they actually amplify their emotional complexity.

Lyrically, DA REAL3ST navigates between his past and present with his unflinching signature honesty.

References to “push that pack all day” juxtaposed against cryptocurrency investments reveal someone who’s evolved beyond their origins without abandoning their foundation.

His storytelling feels intimate. These aren’t fabricated street tales but lived experiences processed through artistic expression.

The track’s emotional edge emerges during its more vulnerable moments, particularly when addressing loss and family.

“If I had one wish, I’d bring back my mum and give her it all” lands with devastating sincerity. Bravado is momentarily stripped away to reveal genuine grief.

These glimpses of vulnerability elevate DA REAL3ST and PUSH IT beyond typical drill posturing.

When he channels the Salt-N-Pepa interpolation into “Push it, push it real good,” the playful reference feels like capturing a memory from times past.

This single demonstrates how genre boundaries dissolve when artistic vision remains uncompromising and authentic.

PUSH IT is out now.

DA REAL3ST – PUSH IT LYRICS

Used to push that pack all day, all day On the frontline packs in my Pringle case
Ain’t it funny how things can change Buy multiple dips, crypto exchange
Back then my mind felt so delayed When I lost my marjay they couldn’t
Relate, Broski cut with the pack as well

L’d myself, I was feeling disgraced all good and well, only time will tell
Two L’s, only make one W Feeling vulnerable, copped a big stick
Soon clean them other youths RAW, I never been a prick or afraid
Of another youth, Still flick this flick and smother you

Flip my switch let demons cover you Ain’t no setback, wait for the get-back
Still tryna get man, live with the wet-dat Who’s that, what’s that, spot that, get that
Catching flights, now I’m feeling jet-lagged bad Bitches, always tryna tempt me, get man
None of my face says friendly, get man UP we ain’t playing no friends b get-man

UP conversation dead, I’m horrid But I’m not like Digga’s bedrin
In my hometown, I’m a party legend Any gold Diggers want in, I won’t let them
Still slime out her and her bestfriend two on one and you know they’re defending
My goals, they couldn’t prevent it In her backyard, tryna bend it like Beckham

Tekken, kick from the X2 engine Yo, bae, did you hear that roar
Tryna take this bitch on tour London to Espanol
Tryna make us rich, I did it for you, I did it for AUG
If I had one wish, I’d bring back my mum and give her it all

Push it, push it real good Yeah, I’m real hood
She want that real wood the vibe with you and I, it’s giving real good
I think I want you, she said, as you should Push it, push it real good
Yeah, I’m real hood She want that real wood
The vibe with you and I, is giving real good I think I want you, she said, as you should

Back to the lecture It ain’t safe in the block, ask Skepta
Yeah, four-man deep in this vectra, In Nom Uh Nit everywhere that I step ya
Tryna stay in the lab like Dexter, block a draw out cause I’m not interested

More beef got digested Pray to the Lord that my life gets mended
Pray to the Lord cause my life’s been real Heart so cold, bro, no, I don’t feel
Summer 15, it could’ve been me 2023, man, slide with the glee
Bro, daylight, bro, back shhh tryna see a man flee wanna see a man bleed

If you see my chain get snatched in the club Headshot only, STD
Like, why do they envy we? Man, fill up my cup with lean
I ain’t speakin’ sensibly but my G, might light up your club, then leave
Man, smoke on my opps all week, I feel like my lungs gone weak

Them boy, they’re runners, the scared type, not like Atheletes
Gassed up, now your gas on E Your bitch wanna fuck with me
But gang don’t want no second Tell that bitch come run some errands
All night long, wrap packs like presents Can’t ever be part of my section

I really came up from a peasant No more L’s, now I learnt my lesson
I’ve been there, already done that I’m sincere, ready for combat
Bro, saw a oppp and spun that Handbrake turn, bus tops like Cognac
Roll on them, they don’t want that Itch mans spine, now he doing up frog back

I ain’t even into the war Just praising the Lord, ain’t breaking the law