The Pressure

In this American metropolis filled with MC's

A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit' ease

Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody

Black, White, Latino, and Asian, we cold raisin'

The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau

To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations

A God-fearin' folk 'cause we all from the yolk

Of one breed, one seed, to good goals, we proceed

Nowadays, I strive to be a very good influence

Even though, not too long ago, I was a truant

Now I'm droppin' it on this and many broad topics

From man's obsession with money to holy prophets

Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky

Enemies, they denounce me and my own try to sweep me

Now I got hip-hop acts posin' like fat cats

Lex and a Rolex, Moët and a top hat

But what about your contract, slick? Is you proper?

It's time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable

I be strivin', yo, tryna bang these joints out my skillet and fulfill it

Think about these kids, we can't kill it

Now, every dog has his day, but F that, it's my year

All you gat pullin' MC's could never come near

All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest

It's the Phifer from Quest leavin' venues a mess

So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps)

Wit' your simpleton, (Lyrics) your light-hearted (Act)

Step back, me no have no time for dat

I'm blowin' up the spot for all you rasclot idiots

In a world where you have like a zillion MC's

Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy LPs

Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know

I be that up north MC who never chose to play the down-low

(His name is Phife Dawg) I label myself as The Boss (True dat)

Same height as Little Vicious, yet I'm shorter than Kriss Kross

Queens representation, son, you know how we do

While Light and Shah, they represent BK to the fullest

I be the sidekick to the abstract, so get ready for combat (What?)

Yo, what about them biters? Me not like that

My motto is to wreck shop, I do it on the non-stop

Come on, party people, you must give me my props

'Cause y'all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered (Come on, come on)

So head for the border, (What?) you peasy-haired bastards (Come on)

Before I start to put it on you, come on now, must I warn you?

Queens is in the house, so all MC's go hold their corner

We feelin' pressures in here

You know we feelin' pressures

Feelin' pressures in here

You know we feelin' pressures

We gotta stand clear

Just gotta stand clear

Gotta, gotta stand clear of the pressure

The what?