Under Pressure Lyrics [NEW Single Coming Soon]

[VERSE 1]

Under new pressure/
Im coming through like Lester/
My bangin hits/ bang heads/
And shakin dreads like Hester/
Lyricly Im cancer/
Brakin yall like the Answer/
Yall niggaz couldnt touch me with a male enhancer/
I know that Queen in the 80's had a song with this title/
But like The King with Heat/ im after the title/
Cuz whats an MVP without rings like Kobe/
Whoeva knows me/ knows I go hard/ and thats real g
Until the day I die/ I believe I can fly/
DelgAtZ on tha rise/ like Mike/ idolized/
But till the day strike fame/ i remain self proclaimed/
Underground with an aim/ mixing plesure and pain/
My pure poetry/ labels me an MC/
Picture that/ pick ya battles/ and void a pickle with me/
If u aint a friend uz a foe/ and u aint fuckin with this flow/
Cuz tonight Im Roy Jones/ feel the pressure from my blow... bitch!


[CHORUS]
Under pressure/
Coming through in the clutch/
On the real
Ya competition aint enough.. bitch!
Under pressure/
Coming through in the clutch/
So relax and take notes/ from the realist
[repeat 2x]


[VERSE 2]
Under pressure/ coming through in the clutch/
So relax and take notes/ hit this dutch/
When night hits/ watch me make hits on the mic/
I ignite flames/ carrying the torch in this game/
Xxplosive from the brain/ ignition on these lames/
Im fire up/ as the pressure stirs up/
Eaze up the pressure when the liqueur stirs up/
I rock mics like Jigga/ genius like GZA/
Thats wutsup/ Im so immaculate/
Pack ya backpack up cuz this games wrapped up.
Why would you pass me up/ I go big like NASA
Its go big or go home till my contracts up
Bo bo ba ba/ dry ya tears and man up
Hands up/ the fans love that young buck
Like the rookie Brandon Jennings coming through in the clutch
Unless u Tyreke Evans/ competition aint enough... bitch!



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3]
You under pressure bitch?
Who you suppose to oppose?
I see u come and go quicker than yo-yo's
Even them hoes know/ im talkin bout them cheerleaders
they root pros/ u niggaz are bench seaters
Heavy hitta in this game/ Rap game Giambi
Without Canseco behind me/ Im still skinny like Ghandi
Im bout rewind time/ and do it like Ali
Lyrical blow ur mind/ then attack ya body
I aint Marshall yet/ but i create palms of sweat
Stayin cool and collect/ Im bout sweet as it gets
Im always sweeter than swishers/ on tha grind pushas
Pushin chills through your sweater/ no one can pressure better
No one can touch my game/ Fear me like Hussien
Wanna target my name?/ Then bring the gang
Yea, thats watsup/ 4 out the Acura
Come out talk shit up/ then fail to back it up



[CHORUS]