Whoa!
Look!
Bout time i apply some more pressure
The devil been busy i got some aggression
Got me feeling like martin
I treat him like pamela james
And tell him get the steppin’
Christian rap can’t be dead because here we are
If does then i’ll just resurrect it
808’s hit your chest like it’s cpr
Guess it’s time i applied some more pressure
Guess it’s time i appliеd some more pressurе
Use the devil’s neck as the gas and i step on it
Never let up, even after they treating my name like a shelf
When they put some respect on it
Greater is he that is in me
So anything the enemy got
I can guarantee you it’s lesser than
Look at me now i’m a better man
Went from the old to the new like the testament
Call me chef teezy when i’m in the studio
That be my kitchen you know how i cook
I feel like peter when it comes faith
I ain’t talking bout pan, just open the book
Known for the chorus to always be catchy
They might as well call me the captain of hooks
When i finally make it they gone say it was overnight
Cause they don’t know the work that it took
Aye, don’t know the work that it took
Aye don’t know the work that it, ugh
I’m way too cold with it
I got him shivering
That means the devil is shook
I’m not a pacifist
Don’t make me pass the fist
Last will be first and the first will be last again
This is not blasphemous
But when i blast at the devil i bet i won’t miss
Bout time i apply some more pressure
The devil been busy i got some aggression
Got me feeling like martin
I treat him like pamela james
And tell him get the steppin’
Christian rap can’t be dead because here we are
If does then i’ll just resurrect it
808’s hit your chest like it’s cpr
Guess it’s time i applied some more pressure
1-2-3-4-5-6
If you thought it was over i tricked ya
I, came back in a flash like a picture
I, been trying my best to be turning the cheek
But, you try me i might ball my fist up
Switch!
Okay, my gifts making room so you gotta move over
This ain’t a game homie we taking over
Sip living water, i stopped drinking soda
I’m sick with the flow they gone think it was covid
Straight off the top, they gone think that i wrote it
Many are called but there’s only few chosen
I’m like the laundry you pull out the dryer
And leave in the basket cause i never folded
(wait, hold on hold on why you do ’em like that)
See i make their head b-o-b to the beat
Cause i gotta be obedient to the king
Every track a murder scene
Beast mode on the beat though
I’m like a cheat code from the free throw
I don’t miss
I’m like 3-0 cause i’m lethal from the 3 point line
So you know that’s a swish
Bout time i applied some more pressure
The devil been busy i got some aggression
Got me feeling like martin
I treat him like pamela james
And tell him get the steppin’
Christian rap can’t be dead because here we are
If does then i’ll just resurrect it
808’s hit your chest like it’s cpr
Guess it’s time i applied some more pressure
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Mike Teezy, !sch Lyrics – Pressure
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