Artist: Slant Eyed Decendants Title: Pressure Beat: Original Typed By: JxDraGoNz@hotmail.com [Yea yea, feelin dat pressure u know, when timez runnin out, cant see tomorrow cuz u need dat money now, barely makin rent, got muthafuckaz tryin to blast me n shit, bitch ass cops at da door ? to lock us all up, this is the game, this is the pressure, for all my slants in the struggle, check it out] No there aint no answers to da problems dat im dealin wit 12 midnight in da (silence?) with my cigerette, ravens in da dark hit the streets n sing, as we hustle for the ?, piece of scams that schemes, my homies hemmed up, gettin caught in da action, wit cops on da move out to regulate the stack and sooner or later muthafuckaz ?, now dey swoopin on ma crew, wats a slant to do, they tell us get a job, but the dope man it 9 to 5, ? in work, tryin to grind at da same time ?, only few got ma back, attention got me bent, man i cant fall back, mad ass drama it be on all da time, with ill muthafuckaz ? eyeballs blind, straight out da (bronx?), we never had dat much, da yellin and da screamin kept me outa da house, aint got, nowhere to go, nobody to beat, the only place i belong is ma spot on da streets, so take a look sideways, while i flip it ma way, i got ta give to gain, so im ? all day. I side only once cuz twice could be my last (breath?), struggle to find peace, and i seek ma fatal death, cuz it cant get no worse, heavens the place to shine, on earth after ma birth, cursed to lose ma mind, fortune and fame, we to deep up in this game, rules can makes foolz choose to lose, its insane, but ill never give up, cuz hope feeds ma mental state, out forgettin cash i'll mash on those who perpetrate, cuz snakes are da ones who claim to be ur closest, but trust your instincts, ?, aint devoted, i fully loaded my thoughts, my ammunition, hittin suckaz wit da heat, cuz i believe in cruel intentions, im ill mannered, complicated on my ways, tryin to step and get perplexed, my soul, is like a maze, i was bred by OGs from da streets it aint no joke, i was told dat ma foez were (dozed?), dats never broke stealin from ma dreams, enemies they run deep, all around trying to shoot a slant down, i never sleep, cuz i see visions of pain when my eyes shut, inner demons got me ? better luck but im stuck, with pressure Pressure in this game got me goin insane, i cant escape the pain, thats rottin ma brain, heart beatin fast, and my nerves a ?, trippin off the pressure i cant control. (x2) [They got me strugglin yo, i cant fall back, gotta look out fo a slant, (protecting?) from any harm that comes my way, ?] Look at me a true slant, tryin to find another chance, (chrome to ya dome?) iz on, break ur stance, mind full of undefined thoughts intertwine, lace my database, disgrace, and disincline, miss me with the ? fell in ?, evasive ways, now-a-dayz, in ? so now im strapped, set back, by the hate displayed by foez, but i retaliate and penetrate, with deadly blows, times gettin hectic as pressure on my neck, searching fo strength, thru the eyes of my decent, im bent, by the ways a slant has to slave, got to steal for my meals im (makin?) my early grave, stressin bout da next day and what it has to bring, bein buried got me worried about ma money makin schemes, it seems, im hopeless i wont look good until i die, takin shots of liquor, till i figure its ryte, but in reality, crooked slants, who show me peace, ya betta stop wit dat talk or get chopped, im bringin heat, my proposition with this game, is to live betta, in da back of ma mind, i know its gonna take some time cuz of pressure. (echo/fade) [Huh, thats real, protection at hand (shotgun cocks)] One by one, we getting (got up?) in this struggle never stops, to somebody out to jack me or a muthafuckin cop, im askin why we gotta live like this, broke as hell, ? as shit we gotta take wat we get, moms workin overtime i hate to see her cry, so i make it my ambition to get us to a betta life, if i dont make it out man i mind as well die, cuz stayin poor with this pressure feeds hatred inside, people call suckaz agitated young playaz, and my anger got me quick to put your ass in a wheelchair, fuck the system, aint no birds on my doorstep, slants in the struggle, we were bored to be dead, on the block riskin blood jus to have some bread, gettin shot or gettin shanked, seems its always on my mind, and choppers above ? my only spotlight, builds ? so im smokin when im ? ? the stress in da air with the weed that im holdin, forever living lesson ?, sittin under da thunder, man im losin my hope, while i be back from the storm and i just dont know, till then im feeling pressure, fo real fo sho, im out Pressure in this game got me goin insane, i cant escape the pain, thats rottin ma brain, heart beatin fast, and my nerves a ?, trippin off the pressure i cant control (i cant control). (x2)