Apply The Pressure

[Verse 1] Better back up off me dog You better not get too close U don't wanna get too bold The rhythm, the rhyme, is mind control The grit and the grime; that's Mighty Mo All competition has gots to go Lock and I load the flow Cock and unload my glow Spit 'em the deadliest venom they'll ever experience yo Lyrical pro Still got a criminal glow Hit 'em with a critical blow Singing most subliminal, oh no As if a nigga really don't know We hit it for sure When they ask how fast I go I tell 'em like H2O Steadily willing and deadly now So tell 'em to listen to my battle cry Nigga my methods too wreckless to handle Too treacherous to fathom It's best ya don't get your death wish soon answered I'm one of the baddest, illest and maddest MC's are there never Will there be another rapper this clever? Cause nobody does it better Murda murda murda murda mo Still active It's still maddness Still I pack that steel, still will blast it I'm back and I'm giving 'em what they've been missing Stop ! Look ! Listen ! Them niggas ain't coming back after this one [Hook] Apply the pressure, pressure, pressure (8x) [Verse 2] We coming for battle, we sent to attack em, we stay on the offense And we coming to murk all the non-sense With a flow that's so deadly conceiving myself that it's haunted And the rhythm is conscious All of you rappers are harmless So we treat them like garbage Not even considered artist Really they fraudulent Not hard to hit So pause with that Come over here and get all of this But suckers that's faking, That's all you get I'm breaking the pressure, Your palms is wet Cause I'm the shit When I bomb ya clique, ya click My nigga your dead So cancel the ambulance Send them a hearse Lyrical armageddon, dead nigga you had ya chance Now I gotta get 'em with the math flow fast If y'all really don't wanna know, don't ask When they try to keep up with the song, don't drag I never stop, I just roll past Put your weight on it, lay on it, stay on it Let ya'll play on it, I take it back now cause Kray own that Murda mo, Murda mo, they don't know I kill a...Bitch With a style so beast I labelled it gorilla Stop (Stop) Look (Look) Listen (Listen) Them niggas ain't coming back after this one [Hook] [Verse 3] I look at my competition through a microscope Before I kill them on the microphone Hit 'em with a hypnotizing tone I'm ready to fight and deny my throne To any rapper trying to play in my lane Around the block, a nigga got aim You outta my state but still in my range So tryin to escape is only in vain And I know my craze It's hard to contain I'm like a disease That spread through the veins Blow harder than a breeze I'm more like a hurricane You heard me, man? I'm leaving you niggas like Razzle Dazzle In the battle I'm leaving them babble, hear rattle With a style so natural It's classic just like afro Through the back door I creep up on 'em Pull out my heat then bust on 'em Lick shots to the beat, dump dump on 'em Go home cause you don't want it So many niggas that try to get with it but they never make it, they fall I'm taking it higher, they ain't on my level, Kray Jack ain't got time to be dealing with y'all Still the killa (Still the killa) It's still all about that murda (Bloody murda) The bloody bloody murda Stop (Stop) Look (Look) Listen (Listen) Them niggas ain't coming back after this one [Hook]