[Verse 1 - Pressure]
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Let's get introductions aside
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Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight busting the mic like
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Lately I've been hearing nothing but hype
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Pen's mightier than your sword? Then you'd be fucked in a fight
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From the point of the exact conception I've had perfection
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And you aint close to Omni even though you may lack direction
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I've got a good heart, but bad intentions
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Pressure don't need a map for reference I'm a man of legends
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I'll last forever like bad impressions
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Like the first night you cursed in adolescence
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The way I slam a sentence can panic veterans
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Some things are better left unsaid like anything that I have to mention
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My loud mouths my downfall it's doubtful
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I'll bite off more than I can chew cos I already got a mouthful
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Act like I astound yall, well I'm a scoundrel
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With enemies but clichA¨Ï is a friend of me, I'm out yall.
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Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table
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Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able
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We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations
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It's the universal language of relaxation
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[Verse 2 - Omni]
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The heart of the giant, the eye of the lion
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The smell of victory is what makes me keep trying
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My will to survive is like I'm stranded on an island
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I keep rhyming; keep climbing till somebody find me
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My city's been behind me since the mid nineties
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Right around the time when it was cool to be gimy
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My DJ used to make the earth spin in reverse
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Put the needle to the dirt, spread the word like you heard it first
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Now it's all twisted, somebody told the truth but they missed it
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I put it on my CD but they skipped it
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But that's what happens when you do something different
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Some people can just stay content with the simple shit
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I live my life fast like it's my last
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I don't trip off of cash or dwell in the past
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I'm bigger than that; I'm bigger than rap
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One of the sickest MCs on the map for bringing that back
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Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table
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Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able
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We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations
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It's the universal language of relaxation
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[Verse 3 - Suffa]
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I heard there ain't no party like an open bar
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We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart
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Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar
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So bizarre, roll thick like smokers tar
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Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar
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And if I ain't getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car
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Tell me who you know this far
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Gone, on till the moments...
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Gone, on till the break of this governments back
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And it's on till my mates are all loving the tracks
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No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks
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And no guns, just trying to get us up on the map
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Bust, Suffa on wax, trust it's on
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I'm trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for porn
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Born in a small town, die with a big mouth
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Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the kids south
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Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table
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Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able
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We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations
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It's the universal language of relaxation
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[Repeat Chorus 3 More Times]
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Conversations Of A Speakeasy
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Hilltop Hoods |