Lyrics:
Pressure mob tumbo inauma ulcers
Outcome kugrow up bila mother
Seller wa dope nadai kuongeza numbers
Napiga research kutafuta data
Hufai kupewa mic ujifanye
you're on a roll
But that breakdown is getting closer
High blood pressure and a bleeding ulcer
It's like you're losing control
Hate your house your wife
sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I
sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I
Making a diamond from pressure
I wrote this hook in ten seconds
I turn my pain into pleasure
I turned myself to a legend
What the fuck else you expecting?
Prepare now to intubate
We managed to bring him back
Pressure starts to normalize
See the glazed look in his eyes
Almost asking us all why
We refuse to let
world don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do?
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is
head, pressure, senses, clutch
date, divinity, wouldn't fuck
touched, hazy, god change
rush floor life veins
head, pressure, senses, clutch
date,
world don't fit a millionaire
Hey Rocky whatcha gonna do?
First time you've ever had the pressure on you
But rock when the rockin' and the bummin' is
some? Come and get some, boys
I'm givin' Daniel Pantaleo a refresher course
On excessive force and pressure points
And dressin' George Zimmerman in
y'all Magilla Gorillas
Ever had to face pressure?
Squeeze the crack so far up your ass
That you woke up with a ulcer
Yeah, them the homies that I know
Up in smoke, pop goes the culture, the tension blew it up
We're choking from a bleeding ulcer, we eventually threw it out
So what went wrong?
Up in smoke, pop goes the culture
The tension blew it up
We're choking from a bleeding ulcer
We eventually threw it up
So what went wrong? Where's
documentary,
Just wait till the world knows what's inside of me,
Cause you ll be sorry when I'm gone, and I'll be gone so very soon,
If the pressure on my
listening to
Im working on a sketch pad
Filed with simple charts and diagrams
To calculate when the pop culture
Will give the masses an ulcer
Left in
Overdoser, certified Kosher
I rap too much, my tongues got an ulcer
Bow at the alter, stand like a soldier
Rage on the system like Zack de la Rocha
than the unpredictable mouth of a volcano
I am soaked through and scorched from the molten belly of the earth
A quiet ulcer forming in the pits of my
me Spike Lee
All the pressure... On my psyche
Fuck with Jordan... Fuck with Nike
None of them fucking with the family
Me hotter than the Sahara
Tight
so repulsive how I literally have no culture
It's beyond the pain that you feel like an ulcer
Every morning I feel way too weak to get up out of bed
So
bomabebeza ba dladisa letheka
Yeah we feeling pumped up, Ha re tshabe pressure
Couple of 80s babies, We the future
Picture me rolling, Ladies love me like I'm
say stop it, the ulcers are deep
So then what's it gon' be
There's only one life to live, so I might as well do what I please
Couple procedures, they're
emotions
Make me want to lift my leg
Dog's Life
Its rough.
Round and round and round you go
Where you land you don't know
Your ulcers are complaining now
Dying
So please help me to find my way
Like a ruin, which begins to collapse
Like an inner pressure, which begins to explode
Like an ulcer that cuts your
Thinking fragmented
My brain full of maggots
Proceeding never stagnant
Just passively addicted
Something lurks, a vulture
Stomach sore with ulcers
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