Elevation (Remix)

[Verse 1: Pressure] Don't stop or hesitate, lyrical blows will make you levitate Rappers think they're fat, damn they're fucking feather weight For heavens sake, I never crossed over ever mate I regularly elevate, my upper men regulate, I never make Statements that I can't back with hella weight MC's selling their souls while the record company celibrates Like selling rates They're sleeping while I'm well awake I celebrate while they feel the rainy weather mate Some well awake, the album drop but they never make They telling me to prepare for the venom when they smell a snake There's a thousand stories in the city that are hell or fake That never went from vinyl, waste time to elevate Together mate all we need is to delegate Some rhyme power so that enough force can generate And segregate the real from the fellas fakers It's time for b-boys to get yours together mate [Hook] {x4} I don't stop the body rock (yeah just elevate...) (We say) Don't stop the body rock (we elevate...) (We say) [Verse 2: Suffa] Ahhhh... B-boy, verbally littering, configuring, lettering, sampling Phat as delivery Words on the world that I'm living in Unforgiving and my style, no considering, giving in Accelerate, don't deviate, aggravate Featherweights, who better wait Never hesitate, get us straight Elevate, til you levitate Demonstrate skills that the hills will celebrate Impersonators situate styles that you emulate Lacerate foes with the flows that I punctuate Intimidate, interlay, how was I stimulated? Cowards imitate my style, try to simulate Beginner make noise, b-boys digging in the crate Innovate, bones cut the record til your finger break Integrate sounds underground, I'll bomb em' mate Nominate the hoods for the crew to dominate [Hook] {x8 til fade}