[Intro: Samples]
"If you feel the vibe"
"That beautiful sound I'm loving"
"So if you feel the vibe"
"When you freak to the beat"
"Co-coming through with something brand new"
"One, two, uh, check it out"
"Once more" "What's up punk"
"Yeah, here we go-here we go"
"Battles, I win 'em 'cause I send 'em to hell when I begin 'em
Because I put it in 'em like a venom"
"He-Here we go again with the funky intro"
"Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure"
"Emcee"
[Verse 1: Pressure]
It's the next chapter, where's all my heads at?
You slept at the fact that we crept back to
Set factors straight, the only dead rappers
Are penned at the papes of no cred actors
Those haters, no you don't fade us
You don't know shit, so your on a need to know basis
For those gracious folk with no status
I made this flow for you, no your own name is
Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the
Middle finger that you put up in a fixture
Life's a bitch and it'll hit ya
If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living literature
Hip Hop's a circus act, this is absurd but fact
One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap
One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that
Furthered rap culture round the earth and back
But some diss when I'm up in your face
You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say
I got respect for my scene and love for the place
Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change
We're still striving on, we're still alive and strong
Right or wrong I'd still kill for where I belong
Insightful on the real deal when I write a song
Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on?
"If you feel the vibe"
"That beautiful sound I'm loving"
"So if you feel the vibe"
"When you freak to the beat"
"Co-coming through with something brand new"
"One, two, uh, check it out"
"Once more" "What's up punk"
"Yeah, here we go-here we go"
"Battles, I win 'em 'cause I send 'em to hell when I begin 'em
Because I put it in 'em like a venom"
"He-Here we go again with the funky intro"
"Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure"
"Emcee"
[Verse 1: Pressure]
It's the next chapter, where's all my heads at?
You slept at the fact that we crept back to
Set factors straight, the only dead rappers
Are penned at the papes of no cred actors
Those haters, no you don't fade us
You don't know shit, so your on a need to know basis
For those gracious folk with no status
I made this flow for you, no your own name is
Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the
Middle finger that you put up in a fixture
Life's a bitch and it'll hit ya
If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living literature
Hip Hop's a circus act, this is absurd but fact
One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap
One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that
Furthered rap culture round the earth and back
But some diss when I'm up in your face
You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say
I got respect for my scene and love for the place
Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change
We're still striving on, we're still alive and strong
Right or wrong I'd still kill for where I belong
Insightful on the real deal when I write a song
Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on?
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