Suffa
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We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
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We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
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I said this to pressure just before I finished my sentence,
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This bouncer came out and dragged us both through the entrance,
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This guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech,
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I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in from the street,
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He said to us ¡°So finding us was accidental?
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Well I'm not surprised, we don¡¯t advertise at the Sentinel¡±,
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He said "What¡¯s your name?" he said ¡°Pressure¡±, I said ¡°Suffa¡±,
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He said "Join the rest of the suckers",
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So we went right in, we sat right down,
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Pressure said "I guess I'll get us both our first round",
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He had to go downstairs cos the bar was underground,
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He came back and said "Man these the cheapest drinks in town",
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I agreed, yes indeed, we could be here all night,
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They're only charging a buck fifty for imperial pints,
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And I'm feeling alright, this place is kind of cool man,
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I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the fool and,
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Ruins this vibe that I¡¯ve got going,
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Not knowing where I am, but this jam¡¯s growing man this spots blowing,
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The ladies were hot I sat down and listened,
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To their four thousand watt, in-house sound system,
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The DJ was laying tracks, keeping people on the floor and then,
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He played a crazy break, and the chorus went¡¦
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Pressure
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These dim lights hold, silhouetted figures fit in tight moulds,
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This beer¡¯s ice cold, yeah we¡¯re going to be here till the nights old,
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I might stroll, see what I can plunder, but I wonder,
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Do I feel a blunder or is that the drink putting me under,
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A strange feeling, this place got my brain reeling,
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Looked up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling,
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Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and,
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In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a smoke screen,
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Sat down, looked at the picture on the bottle label,
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It was the same man and the stripper that sat atop my table,
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And as he licked her thighs I saw that glint in her eyes
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The wristwatch upon her waistlet it had him hypnotized,
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She kissed him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin,
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My reply cut thin by my hand wiping my chin,
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Walked to the bar as the tender looked right through me I said
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"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he talked about me not to me,
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He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay here's perpetual,
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We serve drinks and broken dreams but no edibles",
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I bought a round, man I think this is watered down,
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Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and plus the doors are now,
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Closing to the public so let¡¯s make our move,
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Then I was struck by the strangest sense of deja vu,
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Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I¡¯ve heard this all before it went",
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Ba ba ba ba ba, and then the chorus went¡¦
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Pressure & Suffa
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Man this place¡¯s got me reeling I took a seat to get my focus,
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When a group of B-Boys gathered by the stage took my notice,
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At about one o'clock, the club manager approached us,
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And said "I heard you jokers were MCs, who's the dopest?
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Cos we run an open mic battle every night,
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And to enter you¡¯ve got to be, incredibly tight",
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I said ¡°Get me the mic I might flip¡±, then the lights switched,
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My vision was blurring and burning words inside my eyelids,
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Rhyme progression begun, something possessing my tongue,
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Blessing the deaf and dumb till I was falling short of breath in my lung,
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¡°When will they let us stop?¡± I checked the time and it was,
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Six in the morning, and we were still rhyming,
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Battled MC after MC, battled MCs for days,
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But they wouldn¡¯t let us go, when we tried to leave the stage,
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The manager said ¡°You boys can never leave this tournament,
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And you can never leave the Sentinel¡±, and the chorus went¡¦
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The Sentinel
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