Verse One - Pressure. For many years I was seeking asylum, in the bleakest environments,. Rhyme possessed me, while many started speaking retirement,.
Cats get served, running up sliced. Every single night and that the way we keep it right. Like that fuckers... (YEAH). . Im just trickin though, Certified Wise in the house tonight.
Introduction - Trials. We have a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight,. And I want you to know one thing, this is.... . Verse 1 - Suffa.
VERSE 1: PRESSURE. I've been earning my stripes, till I'm perfect when I'm working the mic,. And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights,.
Verse One - Suffa. Let me introduce myself, raise them beers,. Suffa MC, been doing this for more than ten years,. Ever since I was a youngster, I brought the funk for.
Verse 1 Pressure. Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis,. This war veteran knows what a hard time is,. He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is,.
(1: Pressure). Another war another martyr revered,. Passed the fear from their fathers then it's lasting for years,. Bullets don't discriminate the skin colour they pierce,.
Suffa Verse 1:. Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhymes inclined,. It's grimy shit but naughty that can't be fixed with a little bit of spitshine,.
You won't get far little punk cos I bust pure rhymes,. I tear up bars like a drunk on a bus tour I'm,. The hideous, insidious, super fly Suffa,. Ignorance is bliss and you're a happy motherfucker,.
(Verse 1 - Pressure). It's the next chapter, where's all my head at?. You slept at the fact that we crept back to. Set factors straight, the only dead rappers.
i make tracks for the certified. for the b-boys. for the disempowered. for the unemployed. for the worried mothers counting Roseries. for my friends, my family, people who are close to me.
First let me introduce myself. Hello, this is your Disneyland storyteller. And I have a story to tell you. This time it all happened in the jungle. . Verse 1.
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa. They claiming they want to, they really don't want to. You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers.
1 Mystro. Well I'm the one to bring the funk. although my armpit's not stinking,. And I'm known to hold flows like the glass you drop drinking,. Never crude man I started of limping,.
[Verse 1: Pressure]. Now you're gone life moves on without you,. You always wanted me to write a song about you,. Where to begin? I caught her in a fling,.
Verse 1 - Suffa. You sound like a bitch man,. Nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man,. I'll tell you this, OK, it don't fit man,. It's like OJ, little glove, big hand,.
When I came, I started like an arsonist to set a flame,. Mastering this art, I'm everlasting when I pen my name,. Darker like my letters stained markers on the head of Cain,.
Intro - From movie; The Fugitive. - He might've got out.. He might've got out.. . What the hell is this? A minute ago you tell me he's part of the wreckage, now you're -.
When I lay down to sleep I turn to a deep thinker. Don't wanna be a whinge like a lonely binge drinker. Its just that, well they don't call me suffa for nothing.
Pressure Verse 1. This whole world's in a rush to be living plush, but never rich enough,. Till that mirrors such a stranger we asking is it us?. Losing your vision, make one stupid decision,.