Pressure

Pressure pressure - don’t trip my momentum

Check the notice board - you’re not welcome

Pressure Pressure - Leave my mental

Get Amnesia - When I’m mentioned

Pressure Pressure - Leave my mental

Get Amnesia - When I’m mentioned

Pressure pressure - don’t trip my momentum

Check the notice board - you’re not welcome

You’re not welcome

You’re not welcome

It’s like you want my heart to leak, every time I split my mouth to speak

The imbalance favours those who can lie through their teeth like a toothpick

And I’m so other I’m oblique, somewhere near the bottom of the songs of the week

If I stay on point like BIC I’ll write my way to the top and stay magnifique

For the longest I flow like the Nile and even in the creek I rowed with Chic

Momentum is reaching its peak, the come down will hit you like a ton of bricks

Will it make you believe like Meek, Will change my direction like Malik

Got substance under wrap like a Sikh and I won’t kid you I’m not Angelique

Every now and then I feel like you’re forcing my hand

To draw out - an opinion on complex matters I don’t comprehend

The truth of what would cross my mind I amend before I hit send

Or my train of thoughts gets stuck in traffic and that’s when I leave you on read

Every now and then, you’d see me behave like a man

Chivalrous and attentive to each emotion you mutter

In return you would wax lyrical on my manners and how I was bred like naan

Though the scar on my heart from early daily reminds me to trust no other

Even now my pen is struggling to keep track of the vision

Hence why the most cynical man of the year award is in order

took it by split decision

The blueprint for the sentiments I can no longer shun like Carter

Pressure pressure - don’t trip my momentum

Check the notice board - you’re not welcome

Pressure Pressure - Leave my mental

Get Amnesia - When I’m mentioned

Pressure Pressure - Leave my mental

Get Amnesia - When I’m mentioned

Pressure pressure - don’t trip my momentum

Check the notice board - you’re not welcome

You’re not welcome

You’re not welcome

Every now and then the pendulum swings my way

Like when I kill three birds with the stray stone throw they were aiming at me

My dumbfounded doubters are left watching the throne saying that’ shhh kray!!

They’d be trying to make me go back to black but I told them NO… Amy

I roll with some 90’s babies

And none of them act like a baby

No tantrum some bullshit maybe

With this finger I flush it, easy like AB no way to C

I’m back and I’m done being lazy

I wanna move from J to Z

Is Mise like Hazey

Limerick City though I’m rarely seen

I’ve been looking for myself these days

I’m not quite lost, but there’s something missing

I’ve exhausted all cliches

In search for the tongue to explain my season

Taken to the ends of the world with my set of skills like Liam Neeson

I thought about rapping the reason

But it’s not like anyone listens

On the off day we all need some

But who’s really paying attention

If not for validation

That fleeting elation

I couldn’t afford the vacation

So I married it to my vocation

That’s not fair oh, said my mother, And I told her I’m not Egyptian

Some have it all, at least on surface, that’s what I call a magician

But my craft is medicinal

If not for you then me

Hence why I’m usually

Somewhere above the mean

Yet it’s so hard to read

I go for the hard to please

They want my heart to bleed

So they can feel it’s deep

Only then, they believe