Hook: Marchitect

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

Verse 1: 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: Marchitect

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

Verse 2: 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 our own gang

Hip-hop's not dead it just shed and moved on

Taking on various forms, it lives on

Hook: Marchitect

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