High Pressure

Good morning, Mr. Foreman- did you enjoy the performance?

I’m warning you when I say women are swarming like hornets

To fornicate, but wait, can I have a talk with your daughter?

I just bought her a halter-top in order to call the spot

The sorta kinda place you vacate when the water’s hot

I’m all that and then some, young smart and handsome

The phantom of the opera, I’ll drop ya like Manson

Run up behind you; use my hand to cover your mouth

Damn you struggle and shout and there’s blood on the couch

The cover is out, rubbing and snuffing you out

Put you in the oven, I’m shoving stuff in your house!

Vandalism is the best- not cannibalism

Having aneurisms, envision all my mannerisms

I’ve been living inside of this prison for years, every day I shed a new tear

But I’m still here, what?

Protect your neck or you’ll get left with mainstream

Cuz I am in effect, get checks, I love C.R.E.A.M

Wu-Tang forever- Jimmy’s getting better

Feeling pretty fed up, I’m under high pressure

Man, ya’ll don’t know what I’m going through… it’s whatever

Looking at the sun sinking slowly below the horizon

Hello to fantasizing thoughts about enterprising

Advertising my music- be uncompromising

When you’re killing it like pioneers killed the bison

I like writing; it’s striking how I can give birth

To a universe that works in every verse

You can’t describe it- see ‘em coming alive and

To hear a song of mine is my little one thriving

No jiving- I’m talking art masterpieces

A thesis is living within ever single speech and

The goal is not to be famous, I maintain arrangements

Acting pretty heinous, blowing fire out the anus

Tell I love “L” – yell out “Flamboyant”

13 years, it’s still here and I enjoy it

I’m the people’s choice, come through, they rejoice

Make noise for the voice you all enjoy

Protect your neck or you’ll get left with mainstream

Cuz I am in effect, get checks, I love C.R.E.A.M

Wu-Tang forever- Jimmy’s getting better

Feeling pretty fed up, I’m under high pressure

Man, ya’ll don’t know what I’m going through… it’s whatever

About to go poetic- let me count the ways

Get you music called Medusa, get you stoned for days

Fixated on the gaze that turned you into a statue

Jimmy is the greatest, put it on you like a tattoo

Get trapped like rats do- men into mice

Inventing a new flow just like the Edison light

I need an ice breaker- so I can talk to women

Slip a drink in em- thinking the room is spinning

In a couple minutes she’ll be wrapped inside my linen

This night is just beginning, I’m Sheen, I’m winning

Pretending there was no sinning the minute she awakens

There’s bacon in the kitchen and blood smeared on my apron

The devil’s inside of me so I’ll put him inside of you

What’s another dead body? I’ll find it and try to hide it too

Bite into something new, I need guidance to help me choose

Decide if I’m alive so you’ll be dead inside when you lose

Protect your neck or you’ll get left with mainstream

Cuz I am in effect, get checks, I love C.R.E.A.M

Wu-Tang forever- Jimmy’s getting better

Feeling pretty fed up, I’m under high pressure

Man, ya’ll don’t know what I’m going through… it’s whatever

Ya’ll didn’t think the song ended, did you?

Ya’ll crazy!

Jimmy P.’s song coming at ya!

You gotta protect ya neck though!

Yo- we about to set it off, another verse, let’s get ‘em!

My ink is running out, I better make it important

Assortments of bars so call the reinforcements

I saw the four horsemen and shot the equines

Must’ve been their deadline, time for bedtime

Cut at the waistline, breaking down like enzymes

Forget four horses, me and the five canines

The hounds of hell, when they bark it sounds the bell

To let you know to run and tell and impale yourself

I mean penetrate, more like a love thing

Cuz when I demonstrate, I leave bloodstains!

You haven’t confronted me yet, it’s funny you’re set

With erratic old habits that make you run and forget

Wondering about coming back after discovering

All my brothers from other mothers suffer from the smothering

They can’t breathe, no air in the cage they put us in

What could’ve been? More like yo, what should’ve been