Tekster:
Pressure Drop Sounds Of Time

integrity, Challenge my faith, So I stand upright as proof to their history. Here come the judge, " You must plead guilty or not guilty " The sounds of time

know how style through with them crowds and now I got to kick it breakin' new ground wantin' my people to gather around Remember the sound of the rounds

t go on, it's time to drop a few bombs Get busy, G, go on and take 'em to school Yeah, it's time spread the jewels I ask you about Malcolm and you tell

silly tryna lamp here, better bring your fury Heat, I got a drop, Dampier, niggas try me barely No one breathes, I need a ant's ear, pressure's necessary

at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time Any nigga splippin', fall at the same time We all links in the chain, tryin to gain, do time

waste your time So baby ima start with this lloyd I, I love the colorful clothes you wear And the way the sunlight plays upon your hair I hear the sound

Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another

work and you work until you drop You're in over your head and the pressure just don't stop so you push and you push and you push until you drop oh

feel like I'm about to burn any second Losin' the feelin' like life is depressin' Generations are burnin' and people ain't the same no more For real 'cause he drops, she drops