Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pressure Time , by - Skillz. Release date: 04.04.2002
Song language: English
Pressure Time |
| Yo yo yo |
| If you was blind to the fact, then soon you’ll see |
| Half of these rappers couldn’t run through me |
| I’m from a place where outta state niggas hide they rough |
| You believe in spirits, I’ll put you inside ya’self |
| Ya hatin, I’m changin up the course again |
| Now ya like, «Damn, how he get up in The Source again?» |
| Man these so-called rappers is gettin real sloppy |
| Labels callin me, just wishin they could stop me |
| Meanwhile I’m spittin at a chick in the lobby |
| Two-tone Timbs, lookin like chicken and broccoli |
| Rap cats don’t got what they need to stop me |
| Kick yo' ass and then we cool like Apollo and Rocky |
| My vacancy figures, hold my ground |
| Whole state-a niggas, love the way I hold 'em down |
| Over your track, I’ll floor ya |
| Have ya producer callin you like, «I got another one for ya» |
| So what’s this? |
| — The reason you ain’t seein me |
| Now who are you? |
| — Come on now, ya favorite emcee |
| Relax ya’self and let ya conscious be free |
| And get down to the sounds of the D.I.C |
| Yo my name, a name all crews’ll know |
| Everytime I spit, your label lose some dough |
| So if y’all move three, we movin fo' |
| Fuck rap, I bruise mics and that’s right from the do' |
| See it’s like, I’m bout these hits strictly (Say what?) |
| These haters out here don’t hit me, they gon' get wit me |
| You don’t know a nigga breathin that’s gonna out spit me |
| I got news for these lil' crews out to get me |
| I’m like easy pass before I drop |
| I might slow down, but I don’t have to stop |
| You wanna see somethin hot, well pass the rock |
| You don’t have to be turbo for yo' ass to get popped |
| Keep the stash in the spot while you hittin the leaf |
| Fuck makin it hot, I make it like fish grease |
| Timbs slick with the crease, get around that |
| And once I bounce on the beat, it ain’t bouncin back |
| Aiyyo I’m Skillz dawg, the steel I be breakin |
| I don’t give a fuck about the shit y’all makin |
| My crew spit nice and still get mean |
| Pop the clip out the mic and spit sixteen |
| Cats talk their head off for like an hour and shit |
| Niggas be ridin ya sack and wanna borrow ya dick |
| Whoever y’all think nice, I heard of 'em all |
| Name ya top three rappers, I’ll murder 'em all |
| Probably caught me at a light sittin low to the ground |
| Told ya girl, «Aww he act like he don’t know me now» |
| Any city you can visit, I tore that down |
| Way above yours, that’s where my flow at now |
| If I ever need loot, I long for figures |
| I’m in the parkin booth, ghostwritin songs for niggas |
| Chicks call me a pigeon, but they ain’t wrong |
| Cuz at any given time, they could get shitted on |
| Beats get spitted on, courtesy of Shaquan |
| I’ma keep talkin shit till y’all prove me wrong |
| Oh you still doin songs? |
| It’s all for nothin |
| All you gon' ever get from me is the fast-forward button |
| «Here's what it is.» |
| «.Iz is the real» |
| «Here's what it is.» |
| «.Iz is the real» |