Common Streets

[Chorus: Pressure with Suffa] It's all the same Regardless of your rep or your name Rappers walking in the rain Try'na state their claim (I can take the weight, I just take the back pain) There's much to be gained from the money and fame (It's like that) I feel the power when I hear it in the streets (It's like rap) Used to be about the lyrics and beats (Behind that) Then turned my rythm to commercialism And now this curb is a prison for us to walk common streets [Verse 1: Pressure] Now if my flesh is weak, my passion is my shield And my strength is my speech in which I'll make men yeild Cos in this field of expertise man you rappers flex with ease Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these With a joint or a bottle and a picturing posing crew The only thing I learned is I can only trust a chosen few I got respect for my crew and love for my home Never claimed a crown or throne from the use of microphones Just let me rise while all you critics clothing minor skies Penetrating your fagan as you look into my eyes And my surmise will be the day that hip-hop dies Or at least until the day the mass of boys stop telling lies With every step more of your faith companies supporting any and every Breath or laugh I take Makes me gag in nauzia, it's just the asthma It's chokin' me, vocally Provokin' me to live with frustation with words colloquially Cos globally I'm fucked, if you ever notice me So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with (a) pro to see Cos sometimes, the people just don't want to let go Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo But hold it now, who said we're walking common streets? You just kept robbing them beats, hip-hop got stolen, foul Some lost their creativy and our sense of pride was humbled Ali threw in the gloves so now I'm Rumble in the Jungle Don't you worry cos them punks will fall off figures, time's our only shackle You lost that love I feel, you fall but I'm fine, but crackles And only time he's able to heal the wounds, that was open From much choking the community and food bag Cos hypocrites, contradicting shit, every bit of it I've heard more to say from dads to their children that be illiterate I just hung my head in my hands and kept working on them beats For now we're walking foreign lands, maybe one day common streets [Chorus] It's all the same, common streets... "Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?" Seem's I'm in a dream as I walk through just outside "Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe? Looks like we're leaving to the people walking by" "Can you feel it?" "Can you feel the vibe? Looks like we're leaving to the people walking by"