Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Pressure Intro, artist - Logic. Album song No Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
No Pressure Intro |
And very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the network |
Even for so short a visit as this one |
Back with old friends like No I.D. |
who is tonight’s director and |
Nobody argued the point, a lot of people asked us to do it again, |
so it’s gratifying to get the chance— us to do it again |
So it’s gratifying to get the chance now (No I.D.) |
Personally, I’ve never met anybody who didn’t like The Incredible True Story |
Now tonight, what we do have is a thriller |
If it’s half as good as we think it is, you can call it a classic |
Quite possibly, a little escapade of mine involving a couple of planets which |
shall be nameless |
Is responsible |
Doesn’t really matter |
A story doesn’t have to appeal to the heart, it can also appeal to the spine |
And with two magic words |
Ayy, no pressure |
Never graduated, but I school 'em like professor |
Growing up, the world always told me I was lesser |
Growing up, the world told me I could not address her |
Gangsters put that heat to your head like a hairdresser |
If you press a issue on they block |
(Hey, Logic, Snake here |
I hear you’re planning world domination through a new form of Metal Gear |
Well, listen to me, it won’t work) |
This liquor that I’m drinking got me thinking 'bout some other shit |
Feeling like I’m sinking like Titanic or some other ship |
Word to your mothership, boy, this that gutter shit |
Breaking down the weed to get high as Thomas and Kai |
But y’all ain’t ready for that shit, that’s more like Ultra 85 |
Memories of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal |
Praying that my crew next like cotton material |
Never had a car, that’s why I hate the fuckin' bus |
Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust |
Call it static, my headphones on, it’s Illmatic |
On my Rosa Parks, in the back writin' like B-Rabbit |
How I carry it, murder the beat and then I’ma bury it |
Producin' tracks for the underground like Harriet |
Drop another number one and watch 'em all get mad again |
Memorizing verses like the Vatican, I’m glad again |
Empty the clip and then do that again |
And now we ridin' 'round the city on a dollar twenty-five |
Boy, you better keep your head down if you wanna stay alive |
People telling you to stay in your lane, can’t even drive |
Tell you not to chase your dreams 'cause they chained to a nine-to-five |
Bitch, I’m too alive like twins in the womb, come hither, consume |
All of my memories from past and present like two identities |
Logic fallin' off is an obscenity |
Top five I better be, steadily |
Doggin' these bitches like I’m a Pedigree |
Obtain class with no degree |
Fuck a GED, EBT, and the HOC |
Feeling free, yeah, I’m feeling free |
But it cost a fee to be the boss it cost to be |
Over possessions like an apostrophe |
It’s chemical warfare on the block, who got the rock? |
A tablespoon of baking soda leave you shellshocked |
Leave the pusher in a cell block and his customer in a box |
The government got my pops |
The government can’t be stopped |
I’m a gladiator, this shit right here more like random thought |
It’s more like |
We interrupt this transmission with a special report |