[Verse 1: Sesta]
Nowadays everybody fucking with Ses'
The only reason 'cause he prob'ly the best, well, nah, I'm fucking witcha
He ain't shit and he ain't rich
The heathen in black that's keen on a drink and you better give it to him
Security saying, "Leave with your mess"
It's funny the shit you do when you're needing to piss ("Piss off, alright?")
I need to leave in a hurry
"I like the track you do about the ladies suck in they tummies (Haow)
Rhymes ain't shit, dig the chorus
Now which Oar is you? Step in the pit for us"
Course, I will (Course, you will!) With a grin (With a grin!)
But the questions, they do me in
Feeling piss poor in the morning
Until the piss pouring again, come on, say it
Feeling piss poor in the morning
Until the piss pouring again, yeah!
[Verse 2: Pressure]
I came in the door, must'a been later than four
That's what you get when you're mates with the Oars
Spent the day in remorse, nature taking its course
And what this world don't gimme, I'ma take it by force
And it's fair to say if I'd never made a cent for
My record play wouldn't feel like every day's a bender
Always said it straight, never set a fake agenda
Not clever, mate, fuckin' with a heavyweight contender (Suckers)
Ain't no use in holdin' the grudges
Be my hype man so I can say I roll with the punches
The only thing that comes free is what you've stolen from others
The air you breathe? Ain't nothing you can hold in your clutches
Till I'm old and on crutches, I'll still kill a mic
If hip-hop's dead then 2Pac's still alive
Pressure's ill, who's gonna inherit the skill?
You don't get it, now you never will, you never were
Nowadays everybody fucking with Ses'
The only reason 'cause he prob'ly the best, well, nah, I'm fucking witcha
He ain't shit and he ain't rich
The heathen in black that's keen on a drink and you better give it to him
Security saying, "Leave with your mess"
It's funny the shit you do when you're needing to piss ("Piss off, alright?")
I need to leave in a hurry
"I like the track you do about the ladies suck in they tummies (Haow)
Rhymes ain't shit, dig the chorus
Now which Oar is you? Step in the pit for us"
Course, I will (Course, you will!) With a grin (With a grin!)
But the questions, they do me in
Feeling piss poor in the morning
Until the piss pouring again, come on, say it
Feeling piss poor in the morning
Until the piss pouring again, yeah!
[Verse 2: Pressure]
I came in the door, must'a been later than four
That's what you get when you're mates with the Oars
Spent the day in remorse, nature taking its course
And what this world don't gimme, I'ma take it by force
And it's fair to say if I'd never made a cent for
My record play wouldn't feel like every day's a bender
Always said it straight, never set a fake agenda
Not clever, mate, fuckin' with a heavyweight contender (Suckers)
Ain't no use in holdin' the grudges
Be my hype man so I can say I roll with the punches
The only thing that comes free is what you've stolen from others
The air you breathe? Ain't nothing you can hold in your clutches
Till I'm old and on crutches, I'll still kill a mic
If hip-hop's dead then 2Pac's still alive
Pressure's ill, who's gonna inherit the skill?
You don't get it, now you never will, you never were
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