Suffa - Immortal MCs lyrics

[Hook] Pressure MC and the pressure gonna bless your mind [Verse 1: Pressure & Suffa] It's the immortal MC's, we came to build on this earth So we blessed the microphone like priest's did children at birth Many see microphone mastery, please keep it to heart that we Are not masters of this art its 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 got styles from anywhere Lest we dead or be ourselves or see ourselves as individuals So I make tracks on digital to please myself f** MC's that felt they're hard done by Say tonight's their night I set their mic alight and have me float my sunrise [Hook] Pressure MC and the pressure gonna bless your mind Pressure MC and the pressure gonna bless your mind [Verse 2: Suffa & Pressure] We got the funk, we got the fire like George Clinton MC's 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 200 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 MC's wanna test don't give up the fight You need to stand up with your mic and battle all night Alright, these MC's 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 an even RSL diggers label us veteran Lack direction, we put hip hop on the map in your section [Scratches] (Hip hops 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 Your 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 sh** like we ate laxatives Underground is where we're from; immortal hip hop activists [Hook] Pressure MC and the pressure gonna bless your mind Pressure MC and the pressure gonna bless your mind