[VERSE 1: SUFFA & PRESSURE]
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Duck and cover, cos when you fuck with Suffa it's like the bombs dropped,
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You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott,
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We got it on lock, deadlock, non-stop, head-nod,
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Even when the song stop,
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Step in the cipher and it's danger,
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I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber,
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And he don't fuck around, we've gained such renown,
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For this state of the art custom sound,
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For them custom built rappers with under skilled narratives,
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The good die young, me and Suff are still bad with this,
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Rhyme style it's lethal, prime time the sequel,
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Ain't got a single fan just like minded people,
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I told you from the start, I'm a soldier of the art,
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Effortless, take every breathe and hold it to your heart,
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With Debris and my brother Suffa, so watch another sucker run for cover,
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It's the return of the motherfucking motherfuckers
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[VERSE 2: SUFFA & PRESSURE]
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Obsessive compulsive, repulsive, insulting,
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Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin,
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Assaulting the system, a system that's broken,
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The cistern is broken, the shit is just floating,
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I spit till your open underground,
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P-Dela-Ressure and he don't fuck around,
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Now Album number five, worked hard to earn that,
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No doubt it was a fight, too far to turn back,
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I step in the sun, take the weather however it comes,
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Although I'm a second son I'm second to none,
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Lesson is done, what goes around comes around,
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Suffa's down, and he don't fuck around,
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The Hood spits the news like Wolf Blitzer, crews,
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Fear the pit bull in the pulpit, yo it's the,
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World War Three in a whisper a¢æ¡° the Mr Suffa,
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And Mr Pressure, we rips it rougher/we spits it fresher
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[VERSE 3: PRESSURE & SUFFA]
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Your nemesis on verses, the desperate and worthless,
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Try and flame the name we can wrestle in a furnace,
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Never came half-hearted, never came last started,
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Everyday like it's my last till my craft's mastered,
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And we can get it on,
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I'm at peace with myself cause there's a piece of myself in every song,
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I don't just write rhymes, I spent a life time building,
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A life line accommodating night times children,
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And now they love the sound, play me with a,
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Gravyspitter and he don't fuck around,
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Ain't no stepping to me,
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Cos P and Suffa bad mutha's like Treacherous Three,
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So feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat,
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You feel your hearts weak cos still you can't beat,
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The Hills and aren't we just still too rugged?
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I can feel you love it, we the real blue blooded
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The Return
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