It’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be
Marchitect
Sometimes I’m under pressure like Bowie and Queen In a submarine, submerged know what I mean And it seems, it’s the little things that stress me Even though life’s meaning is to live stress free Pressing the panic button ain’t a option nowadays So I got a metal brick to break the fake snakes Never ever try to slip by the weight from my gate And change my mental state to a place that’s irate So I lay back and keep my mind state positive Cause when I’m under pressure that’s the way that I gotta live I’m going harder giving everything I gotta give Rise to the occasion, I never do the opposite Sky gets grey try not to get blue You gotta get green it might help you get through Help you get ahead so you can fight the next day Never buckle under pressure that’s the Marchitect way
Hook
It’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be
Jas Mace
If hip-hop is dead then what you call this What you call Stilla-mode rapping in nihongo And what about graff writers in Spain From Portugal to Germany bombs on the train Or the DJs that never put the wax down From London to Johannesburg they spin it underground And what you call B-boys breaking in Beijing Back spinning from Korea to Poland and in between If hip-hop is dead then what you call that Producers in Vancouver maneuvering through tracks Breaking down samples like molecular biologists And even now in universities they study this From Brazil to Mexico they all know the vernacular slang It’s like we got out own gang Hip-hop’s not dead it just shed and moved on Taking on various forms, it lives on
Hook
It’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be And it’s the pressures that you don’t see, that makes me – me The only person I know how to be