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Verse One - Suffa. I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,. Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support,. Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,.
I'm wondering where the day went. The clouds have me shrouded in grey but. I'm still out pounding the pavement, word. Drowning the hurt by pounding rounds in brown paper.
I once had time on my hands, but now handling time,. Is coping with this life cycle and the mandatory grind,. My sanity's fine, just falling short of stamina I'm,.
VERSE 1: PRESSURE. My words ring true, so until the end of the marriage,. Cutting my neck from my back is the only severance package,. For this veteran that is blessed and possessed with the language,.
For my people in the front. In the nosebleed section. This is for the heads that's loving the mix,. My people in the front all covered in spit,. Batter's in the box, (oww) suffer to pitch (what?),.
[Chorus]. I'm no good; yes I'm no good,. Let me tell you no good, girl I'm no good,. I'm no good for nothing. . [Verse 1: Pressure]. Problematic child from a god abandoned isle,.
Life tempo unsustainable. Tryna [?] all my days in full. [?] till I can't escape it all. A dying hope of the unattainable. Drivin' this road's like lucid dreamin'.
This is recreation, set your station, and get your place in. A comfy seat, pump this beat, Pressure will set the occasion,. For your entertainment I work hard on my flows,.
[Chorus]. I'm no good; yes I'm no good,. Let me tell you no good, girl I'm no good,. I'm no good for nothing. . [Verse 1: Pressure]. Problematic child from a god abandoned isle,.
I lay down my music 10 feet from where I lay down. Immersed in the beat short breaks turn to breakdowns. 'Cause when you work where you sleep you don't sleep.
Watch me do my thing. Get lost into my scene. Get hot, like New Orleans. In Cosby crew and jeans. . Do not awaken, stare a lot and vacant. Living in conditions of the modern matrix.
If someone you know's just talking to the wall all. day it probably means they went out and bought my. tape cos all it takes is these specially topped.
Let's get introductions aside. Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight busting the mic like. Lately I've been hearing nothing but hype. Pen's mightier than your sword? Then you'd be fucked in a fight.
Oi P it's your round. Na it's your round. Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!. Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round!.
It's all the same,. Regardless of your record and your name. Rappers walking in the rain,. tryna state there claim. I can take the weight they just....
Verse 1 - Suffa. I got to jump back and kiss myself,. The Hoods have comeback to rip this girl,. Live on the drum track you dissed yourself,. So drunk that you nearly pissed yourself,.
Verse 1 - Suffa. I'm from the city of light, with a sky of vanilla,. Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer,. And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees,.
In life, we struggle as individuals,. A fine line between a cliché saying and something original,. As if in death we left something residual,. Behind to mark our time up in this pitiful,.
VERSE 1: PRESSURE. She's young, lithe and homely, wise by no means,. Known one guy she's for his eyes and only,. He's a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely,.