Chill Bump - No Pressure lyrics
[Chill Bump - No Pressure lyrics]
Light the haze ’til my brain is firey
Pour me fourty fourties 'cause
I hate sobriety gimme a mic, wage
The right stage and I’ll be
Rhyming for nine days entirely
This white page inspires me… I’m
A quite strange variety
Of mighty MC that just might change society
I came to change Hip-Hop to put new
Rules to replace the proposterous few
Fuck the obstacles blocking the top
It’s just you! Drop your truth
Break the locks and push through!
With one idea, lots of kush too
I’ll have my pen leaking ink
Like an octopus do
I got to pursue my goal: fill
The page, sit and write, kill the stage
Spittin‘ rage ‘til the mic feeling scaved
I’m feeling stable, I get paid to slay a beat
I killed my label and escaped from slavery
I’m free
"Pure rap music ain’t made Under Pressure"
If you make music and choose to sell it
You should dread a label trying
To use ya record fools inherit or get credit
From what you invented
Next you left with a few pennies while
They scooping up a huge percentage
It’s… too pathetic, shoot a record exec’
Dude should get it: Grab a
Noose to pressure his neck
Stupid ferret! I’m so stable
No label able to stop me from
Laying dough on my own table
No way! I say what I like, I’m different
Stay laughing at the hate
And the minor dissing
Scraping my mind, persisting
Making shit rhyme and risking
Wasting my life ‘cause no one’s
Taking they time to listen
Problem is everybody got an opinion
And wanna defend it but why
Be bothered to hear it?
You ain’t gotta nod ya head if
You not in the spirit
You ain’t gotta comment and wish
Death after an anonymous visit
Once again… I couldn’t be bothered
I put in a lot of
Work, pussies do not deserve to hear
So go put on Rihanna
Follow me if you wanna, or run your mouth
But MY opinion is the only
Fucking one that counts i’m free
Pour me fourty fourties 'cause
I hate sobriety gimme a mic, wage
The right stage and I’ll be
Rhyming for nine days entirely
This white page inspires me… I’m
A quite strange variety
Of mighty MC that just might change society
I came to change Hip-Hop to put new
Rules to replace the proposterous few
Fuck the obstacles blocking the top
It’s just you! Drop your truth
Break the locks and push through!
With one idea, lots of kush too
I’ll have my pen leaking ink
Like an octopus do
I got to pursue my goal: fill
The page, sit and write, kill the stage
Spittin‘ rage ‘til the mic feeling scaved
I’m feeling stable, I get paid to slay a beat
I killed my label and escaped from slavery
I’m free
"Pure rap music ain’t made Under Pressure"
If you make music and choose to sell it
You should dread a label trying
To use ya record fools inherit or get credit
From what you invented
Next you left with a few pennies while
They scooping up a huge percentage
It’s… too pathetic, shoot a record exec’
Dude should get it: Grab a
Noose to pressure his neck
Stupid ferret! I’m so stable
No label able to stop me from
Laying dough on my own table
No way! I say what I like, I’m different
Stay laughing at the hate
And the minor dissing
Scraping my mind, persisting
Making shit rhyme and risking
Wasting my life ‘cause no one’s
Taking they time to listen
Problem is everybody got an opinion
And wanna defend it but why
Be bothered to hear it?
You ain’t gotta nod ya head if
You not in the spirit
You ain’t gotta comment and wish
Death after an anonymous visit
Once again… I couldn’t be bothered
I put in a lot of
Work, pussies do not deserve to hear
So go put on Rihanna
Follow me if you wanna, or run your mouth
But MY opinion is the only
Fucking one that counts i’m free