Pressure

Yo. Pressure makes a calm man turn aggressor. Pressure makes a wild one wanna test ya. Betcha didn't know the next one's endeavors 'til he Pulls the gun from the leather. Pow, pow. Stretcher, not a kind word from the Heckler. Check your surroundings, stay measured. Here to bring pleasure to the fake ones out To get ya. To have your whole name in The header saying that you're deader than a Doorknob. Last time they missed ya, Did a poor job. Still won't forget ya, so they move stealth with Berettas, waiting for the right time to catch ya. About to make now be forever. Pressure make 'em wanna X ya, make 'em wanna Wet ya. Chess, not checkers. They want theirs plus extra. Humble men, when they see 'em crumbling. Under pressure, pressure. Feeling it makes you wanna get militant. Pressure. Trying to get a grip. Every step you can feel it slip. Pressure. Feeling it makes you wanna get into it. Pressure. Trying to get a grip. No remorse, no sentiments. Yeah, pressure. Winter supply can make diamonds from turmoil to Shining. Busting pipes sometimes ruin your timing and Business you're minding. Bubbling inside beneath the surface, Feeling worthless, finding your purpose. Pressure strong enough to shake and make Earth Split, trying to make everything perfect. Pressure. Gotta shake it off. Building with everything. It's taking off, this mountain. Everybody's hounding, trying to mic check in a world Full of sound men. Drowning deeper in the noise, Deeper until you find your voice. Found clarity and made a choice. Vowed to never be seen around them. Under pressure, pressure. Feeling it makes you wanna get militant. Pressure. Trying to get a grip. Every step you can feel it slip. Pressure. Feeling it makes you wanna get into it. Pressure. Trying to get a grip. No remorse, no sentiments. Pressure.