[VERSE 1: PRESSURE]
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I've been earning my stripes, till I'm perfect when I'm working the mic,
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And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights,
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This ain't an urge it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight,
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A service for the circus that occurs in the night,
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So put your money where your mouth is, we're doing it now,
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Cause Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts,
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We're here to take back what used to be ours,
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So make your last words count like grooms choosing their vows,
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It's more than just timing, the sport of slaughter with rhyming,
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Of course if I'm writing my name upon your corpse it's a signing,
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There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying,
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The water that's rising ain't the shore it's more of your crying,
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Jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths,
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They know nothing bout surviving with the times and the news,
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And whole image is a lie and didn't like that my crews,
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Got our own sneaker, feel free to walk a mile in my shoes,
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Hip Hop's in hard times if it's said, that time is money,
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Then I've been paying dues until I hit the red,
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Is it dead, or is it just the picture which your fed?
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Write rhymes with your heart and do your business with your head,
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If you ever bought Pressure a beer, let it be clear,
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It was a blessing but I'm stressing I'll be dead in a year,
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Forgetting my fears for the blood, sweat and tears,
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F a career, I'll be left with the respect of my peers
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[CHORUS]
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What we're doing here is crazy,
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Super Official with the style,
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What we're doing here is crazy,
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If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on shit,
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Super Official with the style,
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If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on shit
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[VERSE 2: SUFFA]
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Girl for one night, we'll get drunk right,
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And we'll get tongue tied, till we puke together,
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Bitch, Big Lebowski, that rug tied the room together,
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Howl at the moon together like Ozzy Osbourne on tour,
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In Rio with Ronny James Dio on the encore,
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They want a Funkoar, they wanna hold a mirror,
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To ninety-four, they want a golden era,
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They wanna golden shower so I'm a give a¢æ?em,
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Sid Vicious, spit vicious, you can't cut me off like circumcision,
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That's just how I'm living so adjust how you listen,
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To the music, the new shit can't be touched now I'm driven,
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Ain't the same old, lame old take it in the a-hole,
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Payola, payroll, dude shut your cakehole,
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This is soul like watching some day old,
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Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall,
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And it's so beautiful it's painful, a sweet sickness,
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Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known,
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For three minutes, and proposing in a day and a half,
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What we're composing here's state of the art,
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It weighs heavy on your brow like a crown of thorns,
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And that's when we break it down man sound the horns,
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Now reborn, work hard, eat lunch in the car,
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But we play hard, Braveheart drunk in a bar,
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We're here so take heart, we're making music that's honest,
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The movements upon us like some rebels moving through in the forest,
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Carrying a torch to burn Babylon,
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For every musician a label ever put a saddle on
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[CHORUS]
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What we're doing here is crazy,
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Super Official with the style,
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What we're doing here is crazy,
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If you ain't up on this, then you ain't up on shit,
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Super Official with the style,
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If you aint up on this, then you ain't up on shit
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Super Official
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Hilltop Hoods |