Pressure

Written by D. Prosper

“6 Million Ways to die, Choose One...A what dem a try fi do...?”

Project Atom man, this is how we do like this,.come on

The Oligarch better hide in the dark

Pros put the pressure on em

The cabal they plotting world war three

So Pros put the pressure on em

The black moor about to take back this mafuckah

So Pros put the pressure on em

These niggas dont rock how I rock nigga

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These rapppers dont rap no more

So Pros put the pressure on em

These niggas is wack than a mafuckah

So Pros put the pressure on em

Walk like a warrior been tellin em

Prosper got this hot shit coming like

Comet elenin

The elements of surprise with the boom bap science

Get in tune rap

Can't stop the prophet

I'm back

Never assume that

One man can’t stop the plan

When its on track

Seize the moment

Find the opponent

Attack matter of fact

Welcome to the adventures

Of master mind

While these niggas rhyme senseless

I learnt from the start

Never apologize for your art

Give it your all

Do it from the heart

Woke up in the morning had a vision

That no one can stop me

I'm the true and living

Believe in self, create the history

Kill all these emcees I just had the epiphany

These niggas don’t rock how I rock nigga

Pros put the pressure on em

These kids can’t spit it how I spit it

Nigga Pros put the pressure on em

These niggas is wack than a mafuckah

Pros put the pressure on em

These clowns can’t do it how I do it

Man Pros put the pressure on em

I just had the epiphany

No one can fuck with me lyrically

No fortune no fame

Acclaim I came critically

Prosper what the game missing

All though its forbidden

Spit truth with precision

Now good riddens

Under your nose

No permissions

1913 united snakes hissing

Watch the hand that was hidden

Central banks

Been running shit

Thanks to Woodrow Wilson

Think you can stop me?

Please

Prosper get love

Down in Tennessee

All the way to Tel Aviv

Gotta believe

Practice you can achieve

Work smarter not harder

Nigga blowing on trees

Look

You can’t stop me I swear

Now stop all your Blood clot fear

Hands in the air its the hold up

Man fuck all that money son

Get the Silver and the Gold up

These niggas can’t rock how I rock

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These kids can’t it spit it how I spit it

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