so all MC's go hold their corner Outro We feelin' pressures in here You know we feelin' pressures Feelin' pressures in here You know we feelin' pressures
hard to deny That it makes me want to die For the madness that's in this world If you want to die then it's over now If you want to beat the world
Vertaling: Beat Pressure. Kan ik Open.
Vertaling: Beat Pressure. Big Momma Thang.
Vertaling: Pressure 4-5. Beat The World.
will only reach the highest bidder At the bottom of society - workers and unemployed Our silence only makes their pockets fatter FIRST THEY DRIVE US TO THE PRESSURE
hard to deny That it makes me want to die For the madness that?s in this world If you want to die Then it?s over now [CHORUS:] If you want to beat the
Yeah, yeah, yeah I can feel a phoenix inside of me As I march alone to a different beat Slowly swallowing down my fear Yeah, yeah I am ready for the
I am, damn Attempt to do this, boy, you're takin' a risk 'Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics [Incomprehensible] in the pocket Stupid dope beats
okay Yeah! Its a party in the USA! Yeah! Its a party in the USA! Let the beat rock Let the beat rock Let the beat rock Let the beat rock
Magnetic, the flows are athletic Dimensions are perfected but the static and kinetic is power Past pressure and mass beyond measure You can place son
amazing, ill, highly contagious Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge Until your body sound clash, head of the class, Magna Cum Laude Beats
kiss my neck either With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy head fever Undercover lover, in between the sheets As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat
seen Ya missed ya last move, Checkmate, Crown me King Hold my 22 pistol whipped him in his face Hired now I'm fired, sold bud now I'm wired Eyes pitch red but da beat
like Khalil Muhammad MC's make me vomit I get controversial Freak your style with no rehearsal Ooo, contraire mon frere Don't you even go there Me without a mic is like a beat
not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide It's a living hell, you got to be the guy You got to be live-full Peer pressure pounds and if you
us 'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now Better not be so quick test us 'Cause we'll come to kill ya, now, we'll kill ya, now Beat 'er
rounds came from my town That only a bitch would bite that we can't allow And they won't claim my style ready to beat you down Hittin' them tombstones
