[Scratches: DJ Debris]
"Suffa MC and the Pressure gonna bless your mind"

[Verse 1: Pressure & Suffa]
It's the immortal MCs, we came to build on this earth
So we blessed the microphone like priests did children at birth
Many seek microphone mastery, please keep it to heart that we
Are not masters of this art, it's simply this art that has mastered me
For those that shall come after me your rhymes just fill the holes with laughter, we
A dastardly duo, don't go starting me
And I am for real like Outkast apologies
As long as we rockin' the mic, ain't no stopping me
I rock it properly, Hilltops a property
Sometimes I feel like stress is squashing me like fat girls on top of me
Now honesty will get you everywhere and everywhere's
All over the place like your rhyme styles so you bite styles from anywhere
Lest we dead or be ourselves or see ourselves as individuals
So I make tracks on digital to please myself
Fuck MCs that felt they're hard done by
Say tonight's their night I set their mic alight and have me float my sunrise

[Scratches: DJ Debris]
"Suffa MC and the Pressure gonna bless your mind"
"Suffa MC and the Pressure gonna bless your mind"

[Verse 2: Suffa & Pressure]
We got the funk, we got the fire like George Clinton
MCs take an intern like interns take it from Bill Clinton
Smoke that cigar, don't take a breath, take a drag
I blow on spots like two-hundred proof, meth and a rag
See this is ill in the flesh like cancer live in the breast
The realest test make you party people squeal "yes, yes"
So if MCs wanna test don't give up the fight
You need to stand up with your mic and battle all night
All right, these MCs I'm rippin' 'em, then flippin' 'em
When it comes to mic control, I got soul like Minnie Riperton
So do you wanna ride
Through the south side and Hilltops with the Certified Wise?
Heard you might try but you can't battle perfection
These boys will blow your high like adrenaline injections
When we flex and even RSL diggers label us veteran
Lack direction, we put hip hop on the map in your section
[Scratches: DJ Debris]
"Hip-hop's phattest notes"
"Hip-hop's phattest notes"
"Pedigree"

[Verse 3: Suffa & Pressure]
Now how can you compete with this
Half of you are weak as piss
The weaker always need to diss
You're open like a bleeding wrist
You're focused, you weren't seeing this
We're doper than weed and trips
No peace without war, go to war to get a piece of this
They cease and miss, we're keeping on
Our rhyme styles you're sleeping on
The fuse is lit and we's the bomb
See the naked truth like peeping tom's
Your styles are weak, mate keep it strong
Your girl said she needs a long
And on and on and on she kept on
Your style slept on my mattresses
There's no crew that matches this
Try to play the roller, but there ain't nothing but actresses
But don't you kid the fatness is
The shit like we ate laxatives
Underground is where we're from; immortal hip hop activists
[Scratches: DJ Debris]
"Suffa MC and the Pressure—
Suffa MC and the Pressure—
Suffa MC and the Pressure—
Suffa MC and the Pressure gonna bless your mind"