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Release the Pressure: The Mixes (Rosie Gaines) · Rock My Body/Release the Pressure: The Mixes (Rosie Gaines) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Spoke [Red Release] (Spoke) · The Essential Sarah Vaughan [Metro] (Sarah Vaughan) · Lineas de Metro (Exterminador) · Funk Soul Brothers [Metro 2008] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · This Is Cuba [Metro Triples] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Definitive Collection [Metro] (John Lee Hooker) · Best of the Immediate Years [Metro] (Humble Pie) – and 90 other albums »


month's sin
Every girl washes out the month's bad times
By flushing her cares out into her panty liners
Tabasco sauce stings the memories
No release
on a nigga
Turnin christian to a certified sinner
The bomb I release, time pent up (explodes)
While you got set up I was hittin your ex hoe
Shit I kept low,
Let the trigger finger put the pressure to the mechanism
Which gives a response, for the automatic
Clip to release projectiles in single
File
Anxiety, brothers trying me
Gun slingers, dead ringers

Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me
insomnia, loss of appetite
and this really insatiable craving for more cocaine
People who smoke crack, they get this immediate
and intense release
The official representative, LAC
This is prophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red
running straight through my head
Lights red, and I can't make moves, I work hard
And I thought it would have been nice to buy papa dukes some shoes
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon
have the zone call all red (all red)
We on a area shit as small as atoms can bust yo shit
that's we packs and make stacks now who you fucking with
(don't
looks upon the chess board dancin
Maybe my season of release has come and see me playin this
I'm plottin opera singin stop the swinging on these branches
release
Like this all my homies rest in peace
Disrespect this, put you in the mix
Whopping out that tec grip
Running through your click like busting
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
bloodshed 
Bloody red rags and dog tags, automags flossed by cats 
In this game, put shine up for grabs 
I'm talking showtime, Madenic rhyme, high-crime
to chrome gats
Levis to Guess jeans, black and white to big screens
Six by nine to 18's, Bumsalack to sipping lean
Regals with white walls, 20 inch with
off, smoke a cig, watch a little TV
And if there ain't no papes there's no show
I'll just chill and return to kick em in the grill

[Chorus]

[Red
I'm sorry I kept you 
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist 
And you sit by the radio  hand
stoppin me?
I got the pressures of the WORLD on my little back
My nerves are turnin into jelly and I'm bout to crack
You think I'm cheatin on my homies, by
a girl, a wife or a playboy book

one more time
[CHORUS]

sitting at a red light
Trying to get my head right
This girl pass with a monster-ass
Mentally
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
sorry I kept you
Thinking of this  you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio  hand on the dial  soon