, with or without the iron Fools wanna (STRESS YA), then they wanna (TEST YA) Then you gotta get your steel (Deal with the pressure) I ain't gotta teach
daddy me snow me I go sing it non stop Me I go reachin' a de back me I'll go straight to de top
blown Hearses circling my house With wack ass rappers in the rear Hella lame in my ear I come to ruin your career Vocal cords swords Side board more souvenir Skins of belly
That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about to pluck some feathers, I'm young and clever, Plus, clutch under pressure, yup!
Sunday at the disco club Every day's the disco club See us at the disco club See you at the disco club We gonna break it on down Rub it on your belly
and change di gear Bad beyond compare [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Hey, Di way da gal yah hot Mi nah work fi flop She claim seh she tough Mi have mi pressure
'm more the type to plan it So please take a seat if you really can't stand it Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic But Belly told me
busy getting high Runnin up the studio smoking dro writing rhymes To blind to notice my abdomen was growin Having sex wit out protection now my belly
sup from their hand just see what I mean Get caught with the ritual of riches and dreams Rasta natural, set them free as the stream Pressure of the poor
thee down to sleep I pray the Lord, the soul to keep If I die, before I wake I pray the Lord, the soul to take [U-God] All this pressure, building up
don't need to know her name She breathed her last on the cold stone floor of a Hollywood arcade But fate's right hand isn't always just Puts a lot of pressure
with a little apocalypse It comes, now do you have time for this? A 3-tone carpet and a Jackie Chan spear Lookin' at a hairdo and a belly full of beer
To kill these moments before you race to face the day You sleep on the train, you get hypnotised by the morning rain As the caffeine in your belly wears
(Always writing... always revising) Shorty feels the pressure on his shoulders as he's liftin it Wonders why the elders always tell him not to question
walkin inna di country watchin all dem animals around whe dem a live free down inna di real jungle wit no concrete man a plant seed or dem belly stay
the grindstone. I did everything I was told. I rubbed elbows with the elite But I still feel so empty. His parents divorced over Mother's parturient belly
way And it's like me can't even see a brighter day Then when my life start get so hard Me haffi kneel down and pray to di lawd When di pressure start