Immortal Mc's

[Hook]

Pressure MC and the pressure

gonna bless ya mind

[Verse 1: Suffa with Pressure]

It's the immortal MC's we came to build on this earth

So we blessed the microphone like priests did children at birth

Many see microphone mastery please keep it to heart that we

are not masters of this art its simply this art that has mastered me

For those that shall come after me

Your rhymes just fill the holes with laughter we

ataxic your duo, don't go starting me

And I am for Reeealll like Outkast apologies

as long as we rockin the mic ain't no stopping me

I rock it properly, Hilltops a property

Sometimes I feel that stress is squashing me like fat girls on top of me

Now honesty will get you everywhere

Then everywhere's all over the place like your rhyme styles

so you got styles from anywhere

Lest we dead or be ourselves or see ourselves as individuals

So I make tracks on digital to please myself

Fuck MC's that felt they're hard done by

Sayin tonight's their night

I set their mic alight and have me float my sunrise

[Hook]

MC and the Pressure

gonna bless ya mind

[Verse 2: Suffa with Pressure]

We got the funk, we got the fire like George Clinton

MC's take an intern like interns take it from Bill Clinton

Smoke that cigar, don't take a breath take a drag

I blow on spots like 200 proof, meth and a rag

See this is livin the flesh like cancer live in the breast

The realest test make you party people scream "yes yes"

So if MC's wanna test don't give up the fight

You need to stand up with your mic and battle all night

Alright, these MC's I'm rippin them n' flippin them

When it comes to mic control I got soul like Minnie Riperton

So do you wanna ride through the south side and Hilltops

with the Certified Wise

Heard you might try but you can't battle perfection

These boys will blow you high like adrenaline injections

When we flex an even RSL diggers label us veteran

Lack direction we put hip hop on the map in your section

[Hook]

Hip hops phattest notes...

Pedigree...

[Verse 3: Suffa & Pressure]

Now how can you compete with this

Half of you are weak as piss

The weaken always need to diss

Your open like a bleeding wrist

Your focus you arn't seeing this

We're doper than weed and trips

No peace without war go to war to get a piece of this

They cease and miss, we're keeping on

Our rhyme styles your sleeping on

Our fuse is lit and where's the bong

See the naked truth like peeping Tom's

Your styles are weak, mate keep it strong

Your girl said she needs a long

and on and on and on she kept on...

Your style slept on my mattresses

There's no crew that matches this

Try to play the roller but this is nothing but actresses

But don't you kid the phatness is

The shit like we ate laxatives

Underground's where we're from immortal hip hop activists

[Hook]

MC and the Pressure

gonna bless ya mind