| Mic test one-two, ha
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| Transmittin live
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| San Fran' stand up, what
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| Uhh
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| One time, 'bout to spit this
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| Check, look
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| You lookin at the man of steel, you know this man is real
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| I’m not a thug but I plan to kill
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| Like — Austin Kearns you lost your turn
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| How many purple haze sacks did it cost to burn
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| I know you really need the lift, I better bleed the fifth
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| I spit rhymes cause I need the chips
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| Procede to spit, runnin with the speed to get lightning
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| The way I run on these tracks is quite frightening
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| I’m the scariest shit you seen in a while
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| But I still be the cat with ridiculous style
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| Check the file, dudes try to shit on your name
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| I’m like a young Shaq, niggas shouldn’t get in the lane
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| Still the same, shootin with the realest aim
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| Lay it all on the line hope they feel this pain
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| You niggas know the game is tight, we spittin flames tonight
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| We still dealin with the pressures of life, YEAH~!
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| I’m dealin with the pressures of life
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| I gotta get it while the gettin is good, man I wish you would
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| I’m dealin with the pressures of life
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| I gotta turn it around, sometimes dreams come tumblin down
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| I’m dealin with the pressures of life
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| You must be outta your mind, this time lay it all on the line
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| I’m dealin with the pressures of life
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| We came to blaze the track, best believe nigga Ras' is back
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| Yo, we back to burn, we stacked and earned
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| Fall asleep at the wheel they’ll snatch your turn
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| I’m not concerned, gotta keep my eyes on the prize
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| I’m a whole lot bigger boy I’m not your size
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| Off the scales, niggas get lost in sales
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| Playin hard but they really still soft as hell
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| Squeeze the cream, I might have to squeeze your team
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| For everything that they got, here to slang the shot
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| Sling the rocks, somethin like crack on the block
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| Just to keep 'em off track then I poured a whole stack on 'em
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| Better your scrill, I’m ready and real
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| Got my rap game up now I’m ready for mills
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| What’s the deal — I can keep it all in tact
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| Rock rhymes that’ll keep niggas fallin back
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| Uh-huh, you niggas know the game is tight, we spittin flames tonight
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| We still dealin with the pressures of life, YEAH~!
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| Open your eyes, cats try to sell you lies
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| Try to keep you locked down, no chance to rise
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| Here’s the point, the king that they still annoint
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| Tell 'em kick rocks if they don’t feel the joint
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| Fuck the stress, nigga we’ll touch your chest
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| I know cats that’ll get dudes touched for less
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| Lots of coin, look at where the shots is goin
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| Kinda sick man I like the way the rhymes is flowin
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| Ya heard? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pressures Of Life , by - Rasco. Song from the album The Dick Swanson Theory, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп