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(Verse 1: Pressure) |
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I clutch my chest for some breath that eludes me |
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Plain and truly, you try and comprehend your words but you lose me |
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Stubborn my character, I'm hanging loosely, to some loose leaf |
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Sign wave, it's my face, the motion moves me |
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I stagger awkwardly, unfortunately most can't walk with me |
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I thought we'd be of similar faith, yet still they talk of me |
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I've got a heart full of soul, yet all the hawker's be |
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Thoughtlessly moving through life forgetting this importancy |
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Now lessons taught to me fly by me like memories |
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As I'm endless, leap out and produce a pen of MC's |
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I should put my energy to enemies who pretend to be |
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A friend of me, regularly play the greater tongue Tennessee's |
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(Verse 2: Suffa) |
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You gots to give it up cause it's a matter of time right |
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I rhyme tight, it's fine like a model in the limelight |
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I shine light, so gets the message like a sign right |
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You'll find height, lyrics then regret it in hindsight |
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I shine biting rhyme fights with my mind right |
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You looking blindside and rhyme bite, kid tonight is my night |
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I might, blind your eyesight with my analogy |
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Let's clear the stage if you want to come battle me |
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Expand it like that, cells and calories so challenge me |
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I harness the beat, that's at a? and bring the cavalry |
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Swallow be MC's, irritating like an allergy |
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Hallowed be thy name if you want fame or salary |
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(Hook: x4) |
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"Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up" |
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"Everybody sing" |
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(Verse 3: Suffa) |
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... You gots, you gots, you gots |
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You gots to give it up cause I know that you're on it |
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A B-Boy, the force in my soul is sonic |
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My words are commen-tating on the planet |
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The earth I tread, my sneakers hit the granite |
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And I'm moving, at the speed of sunrays reflecting |
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Off mirrored city buildings... |
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Along the city streets that I'm walking |
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Inside my Walkman, I feel the vibe of an MC talking |
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Speaking... spoken... |
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The words tap your soul and the verse gets you open |
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Like the mind of a bass head hitting the pipe |
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I step through the day and walk into the night |
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(Verse 4: Pressure) |
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I up the one-liners and I break em in half |
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Give em two back, to take back in the arse |
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Just for faking my art, now they faint in the heart |
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Just for making em charred, I gots to break em apart |
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And forsake em depart, from my path like a Jehovah's Witness |
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I move the crowd til they got motion sickness, here flows my sickness |
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From the cream of the crop, whose row's the thickest? |
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I'm on a stage just to show my fitness, and post a witness |
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My microphone's your ability, your crew admittedly |
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And you was feeling me, come from a true stability |
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I draw energy from MC provoking, but I don't |
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Draw breath, just to leave was unspoken |
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(Hook: x4) |