Текст песни (Mad) Skillz - Pressure Time
(Mad) Skillz - Pressure Time слова песни
[Skillz]Ohh! Uh-uh, yeahPressure, pressure time (uh-huh)Can I get the Congregation (yeah) to put ya hands together(Got the pressure on ya) Uh.. uh-huh, uh.. uh-huhSkillz (uh-huh) E.C. (uh-huh)Uh-huh, yeah, uhYo yo yoIf you was blind to the fact, then soon you`ll seeHalf of these rappers couldn`t run through meI`m from a place where outta state niggaz hide they roughYou believe in spirits, I`ll put you inside ya`selfYa hatin, I`m changin up the course againNow ya like, "Damn, how he get up in The Source again?"Man these so-called rappers is gettin real sloppyLabels callin me, just wishin they could stop meMeanwhile I`m spittin at a chick in the lobbyTwo-tone Timbs, lookin like chicken and broccoliRap cats don`t got what they need to stop meKick yo` ass and then we cool like Apollo and RockyMy vacancy figures, hold my groundWhole state-a niggaz, love the way I hold `em downOver your track, I`ll floor yaHave ya producer callin you like, "I got another one for ya"[Hook] - 2XSo what`s this? - The reason you ain`t seein meNow who are you? - Come on now, ya favorite emceeRelax ya`self and let ya conscious be free,and get down to the sounds of the D.I.C.[Verse 2]Yo my name, a name all crews`ll knowEverytime I spit, your label lose some doughSo if y`all move three, we movin fo`Fuck rap, I bruise mics and that`s right from the do`See it`s like, I`m bout these hits strictly (Say what?)These haters out here don`t hit me, they gon` get wit meYou don`t know a nigga breathin that`s gonna out spit meI got news for these lil` crews out to get meI`m like easy pass before I dropI might slow down, but I don`t have to stopYou wanna see somethin hot, well pass the rockYou don`t have to be turbo for yo` ass to get poppedKeep the stash in the spot while you hittin the leafFuck makin it hot, I make it like fish greaseTimbs slick with the crease, get around thatAnd once I bounce on the beat, it ain`t bouncin back[Hook] - 2X[Verse 3]Aiyyo I`m Skillz dawg, the steel I be breakinI don`t give a fuck about the shit y`all makinMy crew spit nice and still get meanPop the clip out the mic and spit sixteenCats talk their head off for like an hour and shitNiggaz be ridin ya sack and wanna borrow ya dickWhoever y`all think nice, I heard of `em allName ya top three rappers, I`ll murder `em allProbably caught me at a light sittin low to the groundTold ya girl, "Aww he act like he don`t know me now"Any city you can visit, I tore that downWay above yours, that`s where my flow at nowIf I ever need loot, I long for figuresI`m in the parkin booth, ghostwritin songs for niggazChicks call me a pigeon, but they ain`t wrongCuz at any given time, they could get shitted onBeats get spitted on, courtesy of ShaquanI`ma keep talkin shit till y`all prove me wrongOh you still doin songs? It`s all for nothinAll you gon` ever get from me is the fast-forward button[Hook] - 2X{*scratched samples*}"Here`s what it is..""..Iz is the real""Here`s what it is..""..Iz is the real"{*music to fade*}