Pressure

[lupe fiasco]

Roc-a-fella, 1st and!!

Jay... lupe!

Yeah, uhh

And so it seems that i'm, sewin jeans

And, 1st and 15 is just a sewin machine

So i, cut the pattern and i, sew in seams

And, button in this hustlin then publically i'm buddy lee

There's no bustin them and cuffin them is like

Usherin in the regime, they want me to make prince pants

But i withstand, i ain't gotten into that

A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the back

Call them nu-vi's, o.g.'s covered in blue dye

Give 'em the game, that's like givin chocolate to the fat

Look, how you think i got here?

That's the same game that came through where i lived as a kid

In the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the back

Made me a ripper, deliver like river

Content a little more thicker, slicker

Yeah, and they said oil and water don't mix

Now they all down at the beach washin off the fish

Was blackbeard 'til i brought the roc into your ships

Yeah!

[chorus]

It's my life, my life - everything i dooo i dooooo for you

I do it all for you - everything i say you knowwww it's the truth

I'll say it is the truth - i'll take all the pressure offff of you

Take pressure off of you; i'll take, the pressure off of you

[lupe fiasco]

Yeah!

Uhh, it's hella proper (proper)

Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a boxer's

That's the way that the family's pants worn

Then we slide, and try and put 'em on

The stones in the pocket'll drag you down to davy jones locker

Beware if you wanna roc the knickerbocker

Other nigga from the block what, they was sellin o's

Like wheel of fortune, of imported cocaine

Just to feel important, it was +do or die+

They was tired of bein "po' pimps," now for sure

That was just a product of my common sense

I guess, i was just guessin like the consonants

Momma said beware of what the devil do

Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale like the w's

So go ahead and pirate, the highest

Cannons make you leak like pirated my shhh..

It's no shhh.. it's just shhh like quiet

And big homey's out of retirement

[chorus]

[jay-z]

Uhh, young, uhh

So the pen is mightier than the sword my lord

My first picture was a line-up, now i'm on the forbes

And i still remain the artiste through thees all

If you force my hand i'll be forced to "draw"

If the war calls for war halls

Hope you got enough space on your hall's walls

I make niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's

Investigation, out in europe on vacation

I'm back for these puppies with the pound boy

(blaow) here's a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy

Sound boy, you don't wanna soundclash loud noise

Leave niggaz paranoid if not paralyzed

Which means you can't walk in my shoes

Too much green you can't talk in my hue

Extend the team, nigga holla at lu'

1st and 15th, that's my cue, i'm through

[chorus]