Текст песни A Tribe Called Quest - The Pressure
A Tribe Called Quest - The Pressure слова песни
Verse [Q-Tip] In this American metropolis filled with MC`s A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit` ease Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody Black, White, Latino and Asian, we cold raisin` The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations A god-fearin` folk cos we all from the yolk Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence Even though not too long ago I was a truant Now I`m droppin` it on this and many broad topics From man`s obsession with money to holy prophets Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me Now I got hip-hop acts posin` like fat cats Lex and a Rolex, Moet and a top hat But what about your contract, slick? Is you proper? It`s time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable I be strivin yo`, tryna bang these joints out my skillet And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can`t kill it [Phife] Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it`s my year All you gat pullin` MC`s could never come near All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest It`s the Phifer from Quest leavin` venues a mess So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps) Wit` your simpleton (Lyrics), your light-hearted (Act) Step back, me no have no time for dat I`m blowin` up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots In a world where you have like a zillion MC`s Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy LPs Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know I be that up north MC who never chose to play the down-low (His name is Phife Dawg) I label myself as The Boss (True dat) Same height as Little Vicious, yet I`m shorter than Kriss Kross Queens representation, son, you know how we do While Light` and Sha, they represent BK to the fullest I be the sidekick to The Abstract, so get ready for combat Yo, what about about them biters? Errr! Me not like that My motto is to wreck shop, I do it on the non-stop Come on party people, you must give me my props Cos y`all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards Before I start to put it on ya, come on now, must I warn ya? Queens is in the house 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 We gotta stand clear Jus` gotta stand clear Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure The what?