Adelaide Symphony Orchestra - Conversations from a Speakeasy Restrung lyrics

[Verse 1 - Pressure] Let's get introductions aside Pressure, *Okwerdz* and Suffa tonight busting the mic like Lately I've been hearing nothing but hype Pen's mightier than your sword? Then you'd be (f**ed) in a fight From the point of the exact conception I've had perfection And you ain't close to Omni even though you may lack direction I've got a good heart, but bad intentions Pressure don't need a map for reference I'm a man of legends I'll last forever like bad impressions Like the first night you cursed in adolescence The way I slam a sentence can panic veterans Some things are better left unsaid like anything that I have to mention My loud mouths my downfall it's doubtful I'll bite off more than I can chew cause I already got a mouthful Act like I astound y'all, well I'm a scoundrel With enemies but cliche is a friend of me, I'm out y'all [Hook] Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations It's the universal language of relaxation [Verse 2 - Okwerdz] The seas are combining, to breed an alliance It's not Omni, it's Okweez with the rhyming Y'all need to be supporting these cats with a pa**ion Instead of beefing about what accent they rap with As if it ain't tough enough to come up with a record Just ask the hoods, you really could suffer from the pressure You get it? It's hard to let me tell you, mad at this era I wish fans in America were as hungry as they are in Australia I got the heart, I won't fail you I got stuff for the broads in the bars, and something raw for the fellas So just recline back, just get chill with your style Aiyyo and why's that? Cause I'm sick of yelling so loud But I'm the hungriest alive kid the dude won't wait So turn your head for a sec and you might lose your plate So when Stockton meets Adelaide (f**) it, just bring the platinum plaques this way, OK? [Hook] [Verse 3 - Suffa] I heard there ain't no party like an open bar We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar So bizarre, roll thick like smokers tar Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar And if I ain't getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car Tell me who you know this far Gone, on till the moments.. Gone, on till the break of this governments back And it's on till my mates are all loving the tracks No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks And no guns, just trying to get us up on the map Bust, Suffa on wax, trust it's on I'm trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for p**n Born in a small town, die with a big mouth Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the kids south [Hook - x4]