Bài hát The Pressure Báo Lỗi

Verse


[Q-Tip]


In this American metropolis filled with MC's

A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit' ease

Plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody

Black, White, Latino and Asian, we cold raisin'

The stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau

To bridge gaps in generations for future plantations

A god-fearin' folk cos we all from the yolk

Of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed

Nowadays I strive to be a very good influence

Even though not too long ago I was a truant

Now I'm droppin' it on this and many broad topics

From man's obsession with money to holy prophets

Like Mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky

Enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me

Now I got hip-hop acts posin' like fat cats

Lex and a Rolex, Moet and a top hat

But what about your contract, slick? Is you proper?

It's time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable

I be strivin yo', tryna bang these joints out my skillet

And fulfil it, think about these kids, we can't kill it


[Phife]


Now every dog has his day, but eff that, it's my year

All you gat pullin' MC's could never come near

All that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest

It's the Phifer from Quest leavin' venues a mess

So I even start to (Rap) when you know you have no (Haps)

Wit' your simpleton (Lyrics), your light-hearted (Act)

Step back, me no have no time for dat

I'm blowin' up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots

In a world where you have like a zillion MC's

Ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy LPs

Bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know

I be that up north MC who never chose to play the down-low

(His name is Phife Dawg) I label myself as The Boss (True dat)

Same height as Little Vicious, yet I'm shorter than Kriss Kross

Queens representation, son, you know how we do

While Light' and Sha, they represent BK to the fullest

I be the sidekick to The Abstract, so get ready for combat

Yo, what about about them biters? Errr! Me not like that

My motto is to wreck shop, I do it on the non-stop

Come on party people, you must give me my props

Cos y'all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered

So head for the border you peasy-haired bastards

Before I start to put it on ya, come on now, must I warn ya?

Queens is in the house so all MC's go hold their corner


Outro


We feelin' pressures in here

You know we feelin' pressures

Feelin' pressures in here

You know we feelin' pressures

We gotta stand clear

Jus' gotta stand clear

Gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure

The what?