High Pressure

[Verse 1: Jimmy P.] Good morning, Mr. Foreman- did you enjoy the performance? I’m warning you when I say women are swarming like hornets To fornicate, but wait, can I have a talk with your daughter? I just bought her a halter-top in order to call the spot The sorta kinda place you vacate when the water’s hot I’m all that and then some, young smart and handsome The phantom of the opera, I’ll drop ya like Manson Run up behind you; use my hand to cover your mouth Damn you struggle and shout and there’s blood on the couch The cover is out, rubbing and snuffing you out Put you in the oven, I’m shoving stuff in your house! Vandalism is the best- not cannibalism Having aneurisms, envision all my mannerisms I’ve been living inside of this prison for years, every day I shed a new tear But I’m still here, what? [Hook: Jimmy P.] Protect your neck or you’ll get left with mainstream Cuz I am in effect, get checks, I love C.R.E.A.M Wu-Tang forever- Jimmy’s getting better Feeling pretty fed up, I’m under high pressure Man, ya’ll don’t know what I’m going through… it’s whatever [Verse 2: Jimmy P.] Looking at the sun sinking slowly below the horizon Hello to fantasizing thoughts about enterprising Advertising my music- be uncompromising When you’re killing it like pioneers killed the bison I like writing; it’s striking how I can give birth To a universe that works in every verse You can’t describe it- see ‘em coming alive and To hear a song of mine is my little one thriving No jiving- I’m talking art masterpieces A thesis is living within ever single speech and The goal is not to be famous, I maintain arrangements Acting pretty heinous, blowing fire out the anus Tell I love “L” – yell out “Flamboyant” 13 years, it’s still here and I enjoy it I’m the people’s choice, come through, they rejoice Make noise for the voice you all enjoy [Hook] [Verse 3: Jimmy P.] About to go poetic- let me count the ways Get you music called Medusa, get you stoned for days Fixated on the gaze that turned you into a statue Jimmy is the greatest, put it on you like a tattoo Get trapped like rats do- men into mice Inventing a new flow just like the Edison light I need an ice breaker- so I can talk to women Slip a drink in em- thinking the room is spinning In a couple minutes she’ll be wrapped inside my linen This night is just beginning, I’m Sheen, I’m winning Pretending there was no sinning the minute she awakens There’s bacon in the kitchen and blood smeared on my apron The devil’s inside of me so I’ll put him inside of you What’s another dead body? I’ll find it and try to hide it too Bite into something new, I need guidance to help me choose Decide if I’m alive so you’ll be dead inside when you lose [Hook] [Break: Jimmy P.] Ya’ll didn’t think the song ended, did you? Ya’ll crazy! Jimmy P.’s song coming at ya! You gotta protect ya neck though! Yo- we about to set it off, another verse, let’s get ‘em! [Verse 4: Jimmy P.] My ink is running out, I better make it important Assortments of bars so call the reinforcements I saw the four horsemen and shot the equines Must’ve been their deadline, time for bedtime Cut at the waistline, breaking down like enzymes Forget four horses, me and the five canines The hounds of hell, when they bark it sounds the bell To let you know to run and tell and impale yourself I mean penetrate, more like a love thing Cuz when I demonstrate, I leave bloodstains! You haven’t confronted me yet, it’s funny you’re set With erratic old habits that make you run and forget Wondering about coming back after discovering All my brothers from other mothers suffer from the smothering They can’t breathe, no air in the cage they put us in What could’ve been? More like yo, what should’ve been