Lyrics:

VERSE 1: SUFFA PRESSURE
Duck and cover, cos when you fuck with Suffa its like the bombs dropped,
You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott,
We got it on lock, deadlock, non-stop, head-nod,
Even when the song stop,
Step in the cipher and its danger,
Ill set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber,
And he dont fuck around, weve gained such renown,
For this state of the art custom sound,
For them custom built rappers with under skilled narratives,
The good die young, me and Suff are still bad with this,
Rhyme style its lethal, prime time the sequel,
Aint got a single fan just like minded people,
I told you from the start, Im a soldier of the art,
Effortless, take every breathe and hold it to your heart,
With Debris and my brother Suffa, so watch another sucker run for cover,
Its the return of the motherfucking motherfuckers

VERSE 2: SUFFA PRESSURE
Obsessive compulsive, repulsive, insulting,
Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin,
Assaulting the system, a system thats broken,
The cistern is broken, the shit is just floating,
I spit till your open underground,
P-Dela-Ressure and he dont fuck around,
Now Album number five, worked hard to earn that,
No doubt it was a fight, too far to turn back,
I step in the sun, take the weather however it comes,
Although Im a second son Im second to none,
Lesson is done, what goes around comes around,
Suffas down, and he dont fuck around,
The Hood spits the news like Wolf Blitzer, crews,
Fear the pit bull in the pulpit, yo its the,
World War Three in a whisper  the Mr Suffa,
And Mr Pressure, we rips it rougher/we spits it fresher

VERSE 3: PRESSURE SUFFA
Your nemesis on verses, the desperate and worthless,
Try and flame the name we can wrestle in a furnace,
Never came half-hearted, never came last started,
Everyday like its my last till my crafts mastered,
And we can get it on,
Im at peace with myself cause theres a piece of myself in every song,
I dont just write rhymes, I spent a life time building,
A life line accommodating night times children,
And now they love the sound, play me with a,
Gravyspitter and he dont fuck around,
Aint no stepping to me,
Cos P and Suffa bad muthas like Treacherous Three,
So feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat,
You feel your hearts weak cos still you cant beat,
The Hills and arent we just still too rugged?
I can feel you love it, we the real blue blooded