No Pressure

[Intro: Thalia] Welcome to the No Pressure program [Narration: Orson Welles & Logic] Good evening, this is Logic And very happy I am to be back in the United States and back on the network Even for so short a visit as this one Back with old friends like No I.D. who is tonight's director and Nobody argued the point, a lot of people asked us to do it again, so it's gratifying to get the chance to do it again So it's gratifying to get the chance now (No I.D.) Personally, I've never met anybody who didn't like The Incredible True Story Now tonight, what we do have is a thriller If it's half as good as we think it is, you can call it a classic Quite possibly, a little escapade of mine involving a couple of planets which shall be nameless Is responsible Doesn't really matter A story doesn't have to appeal to the heart, it can also appeal to the spine And with two magic words [Verse: Logic & David Hayter] Ayy, no pressure Never graduated, but I school 'em like professor Growing up, the world always told me I was lesser Growing up, the world told me I could not address her Gangsters put that heat to your head like a hairdresser If you press a issue on they block (Hey, Logic, Snake here I hear you're planning world domination through a new form of Metal Gear Well, listen to me, it won't work) This liquor that I'm drinking got me thinking 'bout some other shit Feeling like I'm sinking like Titanic or some other ship Word to your mothership, boy, this that gutter shit Breaking down the weed to get high as Thomas and Kai But y'all ain't ready for that shit, that's more like Ultra 85 Memories of powdered milk and roaches in my cereal Praying that my crew next like cotton material Never had a car, that's why I hate the fuckin' bus Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust Call it static, my headphones on, it's Illmatic On my Rosa Parks, in the back writin' like B-Rabbit How I carry it, murder the beat and then I'ma bury it Producin' tracks for the underground like Harriet Drop another number one and watch 'em all get mad again Memorizing verses like the Vatican, I'm glad again Empty the clip and then do that again And now we ridin' 'round the city on a dollar twenty-five Boy, you better keep your head down if you wanna stay alive People telling you to stay in your lane, can't even drive Tell you not to chase your dreams 'cause they chained to a nine-to-five Bitch, I'm too alive like twins in the womb, come hither, consume All of my memories from past and present like two identities Logic fallin' off is an obscenity Top five I better be, steadily Doggin' these bitches like I'm a Pedigree Obtain class with no degree Fuck a GED, EBT, and the HOC Feeling free, yeah, I'm feeling free But it cost a fee to be the boss it cost to be Over possessions like an apostrophe It's chemical warfare on the block, who got the rock? A tablespoon of baking soda leave you shellshocked Leave the pusher in a cell block and his customer in a box The government got my pops The government can't be stopped I'm a gladiator, this shit right here more like random thought It's more like [Outro: Orson Welles] We interrupt this transmission with a special report