MC Pressure - Something To Say lyrics
[MC Pressure - Something To Say lyrics]
Oh my man P-della-ressure back
At it again Exclusive
Son with something to say ayy P
You look like you got something to say
"Ayo my man" "Pressure Pressure" "he
Got something to say"
If every rapper get praise my
Best critic is me
It’s what they don’t say, go figure
Sinning to eat, no beef, bitter defeat
Three things I'll never taste at a gig I MC
Spit it on beats
P get the kids out their seats
'Cause, I'm a standup guy that likes
To think on his feet
See we set our own limit's to reach
And we write our own songs till we're
Still and at peace with the deceased
That's why I bleed for everything I release
They take my name in vein like
The sting of a leech never fit in a niche
Pen and ink on the sheets
When they dissin’ I dismiss and scrape
The grit from my cleats
Isn't it sweet? The first
Single listen they see
So stay silent like a child
That won’t finger a priest
Pause, then applause for the
King and his speech
A cause for the underdogs to
Sing in the streets it goes
'Ello Golden Era this is your
Pal Mr D-Rapht here making
Me look like scrooge here
Bro fucking Golden Era!
"Ayo my man" "Suffa" "he
Got something to say"
At it again Exclusive
Son with something to say ayy P
You look like you got something to say
"Ayo my man" "Pressure Pressure" "he
Got something to say"
If every rapper get praise my
Best critic is me
It’s what they don’t say, go figure
Sinning to eat, no beef, bitter defeat
Three things I'll never taste at a gig I MC
Spit it on beats
P get the kids out their seats
'Cause, I'm a standup guy that likes
To think on his feet
See we set our own limit's to reach
And we write our own songs till we're
Still and at peace with the deceased
That's why I bleed for everything I release
They take my name in vein like
The sting of a leech never fit in a niche
Pen and ink on the sheets
When they dissin’ I dismiss and scrape
The grit from my cleats
Isn't it sweet? The first
Single listen they see
So stay silent like a child
That won’t finger a priest
Pause, then applause for the
King and his speech
A cause for the underdogs to
Sing in the streets it goes
'Ello Golden Era this is your
Pal Mr D-Rapht here making
Me look like scrooge here
Bro fucking Golden Era!
"Ayo my man" "Suffa" "he
Got something to say"