Apply Pressure
Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
Big Rak
Yea applying dat pressure
Giving you more and never the lesser Nothing but truth
When we in tha booth
Put the squeeze on yo ass just like I'm the compressor
Fuck all dem hataz mane don't let them stress ya
These nigguz so cheesy I callin em Chester
Cool sense of humor I may play around
But play me for clown
And get yo ass beat down
Zilla Tha Rilla' mane poppin
Ya'll don't want none of the great ape so stop it
Many a nigga wan' critique the flow but then when they do it they soundin so sloppy
No eye of the tiger no this is not Rocky
Look at me eye of God hope you got me
Mess around you'll be found in the pot choppy
You know what I mean mean mane Chh Chh Choppy
Samurai clean this ones for the team
Talmbout' them ancestors know what I mean
They flow through my veins
They callin me strange
It ain't been the same since I learned their true names
Hit wit the blade
Left him in Pain
Lookin So Lame
Now y'all know who's to blame
Now they call me insane
Ain't see me creepin
Yo ya man leakin
I think you might wanna apply pressure
We applying that Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
We applying that Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
It's real in da field are you ready to die
With fear in ya heart and you wondering why
You feel suffocated and ready to cry
jJust lift up your head and look right at da prize
Won't be your reality ti'l you realize
Turn up the heat melanin energized
Keep going and going til pressures applied
Yo ass just got knocked down
1 Press of a button you laying it down
Potato for silence you won't hear a sound
A lot of op bodies been lost and been found
Damn right boule' kay so we burning shit down
This shit is for real ain't no playing around
We can go toe to toe and go pound for pound
Like a free throw and I'm knocking it down
A physical corner I'm locking shit down
A king of one's self so I'm wearing the crown
Everything forward no turning around
Got cuttas and blenders like beats by the pound
1 shot and 1 kill you be out in one round
P. P. and T. like injecting a noun
Birds fly the coupe like a semi wit rounds
Like shaq with the rim I be tearing shit down
Like shaq with the rim I be tearing shit down
We applying that Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
We applying that Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
Big Rak
Yea applying dat pressure
Giving you more and never the lesser Nothing but truth
When we in tha booth
Put the squeeze on yo ass just like I'm the compressor
Fuck all dem hataz mane don't let them stress ya
These nigguz so cheesy I callin em Chester
Cool sense of humor I may play around
But play me for clown
And get yo ass beat down
Zilla Tha Rilla' mane poppin
Ya'll don't want none of the great ape so stop it
Many a nigga wan' critique the flow but then when they do it they soundin so sloppy
No eye of the tiger no this is not Rocky
Look at me eye of God hope you got me
Mess around you'll be found in the pot choppy
You know what I mean mean mane Chh Chh Choppy
Samurai clean this ones for the team
Talmbout' them ancestors know what I mean
They flow through my veins
They callin me strange
It ain't been the same since I learned their true names
Hit wit the blade
Left him in Pain
Lookin So Lame
Now y'all know who's to blame
Now they call me insane
Ain't see me creepin
Yo ya man leakin
I think you might wanna apply pressure
We applying that Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
We applying that Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
It's real in da field are you ready to die
With fear in ya heart and you wondering why
You feel suffocated and ready to cry
jJust lift up your head and look right at da prize
Won't be your reality ti'l you realize
Turn up the heat melanin energized
Keep going and going til pressures applied
Yo ass just got knocked down
1 Press of a button you laying it down
Potato for silence you won't hear a sound
A lot of op bodies been lost and been found
Damn right boule' kay so we burning shit down
This shit is for real ain't no playing around
We can go toe to toe and go pound for pound
Like a free throw and I'm knocking it down
A physical corner I'm locking shit down
A king of one's self so I'm wearing the crown
Everything forward no turning around
Got cuttas and blenders like beats by the pound
1 shot and 1 kill you be out in one round
P. P. and T. like injecting a noun
Birds fly the coupe like a semi wit rounds
Like shaq with the rim I be tearing shit down
Like shaq with the rim I be tearing shit down
We applying that Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
We applying that Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure Pressure
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