Pressure

[Lupe Fiasco] Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!! Jay, Lupe! Yeah, And so it seems that I'm, sewing jeans And, 1st and 15 is just a sewing machine So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in seams And, button in this hustling then publicly I'm Buddy Lee There's no busting them and cuffing them is like Ushering in the regime, they want me to make Prince pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten into that A little big in the waist, Tupac it on the back Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye Give 'em the game, that's like giving chocolate to the fat Look, how you think I got here? That's the same game that came through where I lived as a kid In the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back Made me a ripper, deliver like river Content a little more thicker, slicker Yeah, and they said oil and water don't mix Now they all down at the beach washing off the fish Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your ships Yeah! [Chorus] It's my life, my life, everything I do I do for you I do it all for you, everything I say you know it's the truth I'll say it is the truth, I'll take all the pressure off of you Take pressure off of you, I'll take, the pressure off of you [Lupe Fiasco] Yeah! Uhh, it's hella proper (proper) Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a boxer's That's the way that the Family's pants worn Then we slide, and try and put 'em on The stones in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones locker Beware if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker Other nigga from the block what, they was selling O's Like Wheel of Fortune, of imported cocaine Just to feel important, it was +Do or Die+ They was tired of being "Po' Pimps," now for sure That was just a product of my common sense I guess, I was just guessing like the consonants Momma said beware of what the devil do Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale like the W's So go ahead and pirate, the highest Cannons make you leak like pirated my shh, It's no shh, it's just shh like quiet And big homey's out of retirement [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Uhh, Young, uhh So the pen is mightier than the sword my lord My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes And I still remain the artiste through thees all If you force my hand I'll be forced to "draw" If the war calls for war halls Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls I make niggas murals, then escape the bureau's Investigation, out in Europe on vacation I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy, you don't wanna sound clash loud noise Leave niggas paranoid if not paralyzed Which means you can't walk in my shoes Too much green you can't talk in my hue Extend the team, nigga holla at Lu' 1st and 15th, that's my cue, I'm through [Chorus]