Back Once Again

*back once again* *scratching* "Once again, back is the incredible" [Verse 1: Pressure] Once again the Pressure's back to put it on you/ From the Hilltop, the southside will bomb you/ Back to prolong the track up in your section/ There's no time to watch, that's why i'm never comin' second/ My weapons lyric, consider it more than half a brain/ Rap's a part of me like my artery but it's my master vein/ I cast a main, infect it with my verbal venom, moral to bend it [?]/ Then I'mma leave this to achievers and hurtled ascending/ I just block them like a bridge in this world/ With a restraining order, i'm the sort to, never be withheld/ I gradually commit battering to your anatomy/ Cat got your tongue cause you tried to be flattering/ In actuality a competitors blown away like the head of a valley/ Thorn proof, so grab me more crew to balance steadier/ I'm way ahead of ya man, your tracks are lame/ I heard you rap for fame/ Well i can take the weight, i just hate the back pain/ Back again, like reflector said " don't mess around!" Cause not even John Farnam can take the Pressure down/ From the inner me, i'm tired of a beginner to be/ Making this whole earth sick like an mastic/ And took Madonna's virginity/ With that publicity you talk, you took the fall in your walk/ Trippin' on some due respect and learn to crawl 'fore i walk/ I come real Jimmy, like Steven Seagle, like an airbag/ Man, it's just a fact, i'm forever fat/ Pressure is back/ *scratching of 'back once again in the incredible* [Verse 2: Suffa + Pressure] P: It's the Hood's, we're back once again/ S: And it's all good, but i pack lunches when/ P: Step to Pressure S: Suffa P: It's the bomb plan S: Once for your mind, the Hood's are back on again! *scratching of 'back once again in the incredible* [Verse 3: Suffa] The Hood's are back/ Back once again/ Mix a sum I'm about to catch wreck/ Like a baloona china shop/ Comin' from a land down under, we are/ "Back to reality" (wohoo) I elevate your mind like your brain was in a lift/ Irritating and the same as the stain of the spliff/ On your puffer, Suffa, suffer rock the ricks/ This lyric kinda fat, like a san with cutripodis/ Irritation of the sore, imitation of the poor/ Rappers under the slightly instigation on the law/ Information is as raw, inflamation of the raw/ I'm writing tense shit that's more raw/ That's word to your mother in law/ You wanna step son? you gotta catch rec son/ It's taht hood shit, step over your own grandma to get some/ Yet some, refuse to get down when your comin' up and/ I realised Adelaide's only good for steady fucking/ You stuck in the runt, screaming "old school"/ Well chump, you're about as old school as last fuckin' month/ I been a drunk, wanna get stuck into me?/ Well, i been rocking raps since your grandma lost her virginity/ Four infinitely rocking the style from within/ You can't fight and win, why's that Pressure?/ (Cause you're in for the south, the south side)/ And i'm givin' you a chance, and your, it's like mumps/ You only get it once/ So if you front, and kick no flow, here's a life guard, / Hood's are on again to make MC's live hard/ *scratching of 'back once again in the incredible*