[Intro: Son of Light]
Ah yeah, from the north sea area
Another Deep Green venture
Tee Productions in the centre, you know what I'm saying
[Verse 1: Son of Light]
Eye the item, word sweet chocolate candy hair
Buy them, cla**ically flavored rhyems I write them
Then recite them, it be the gem with the shine
Beats be locksmiths opening my mind
Finding my peace up in the hills
And people be life from where like mad sk**s
This year we treat MCs like pills we swallow
Cause their concept is hollow
Explore like Apollo 13
TP breaking boundaries know what I mean
Verbal mystics, I give you light you try to eclipse it
Be realistic, break you in half like a biscuit
You should have taken the train but you missed it
Now you're all alone on a station inbetween
Looking around you all you see is Deep Green
Unreal like a fable, it be the Trinity
Here to put you Under Pressure with the mic cable
[Hook: Son of Light] (x2)
(Put these new jacks Under Pressure)
One time for your silly mind
(Put these new jacks Under Pressure)
I put you Under Pressure with the mic cable
[Bridge: Sample]
Under Pressure they got me Under Pressure
Under Pressure they got me Under Pressure
[Verse 2: Son of Light]
Check the structure of the raw kicks of course it's N-Light-N
Did ya sh** like a metamorphosis
Always constant like satelittes in orbits
That's how we keep hitting you with more sh**
Raw sh**, like what you ain't expecting
Ill type of flow while my man be directing
Brought up in the game by poetry and books
Taking the paths nobody else took
Nowadays rappers talk blah blah, light says ha ha
Then charge forth with some north sea drama
And in the end it's all fat though
Never wack like works, I rap control like satchmo
'97, rappers are retro
They need to move underground like the metro
And for once f** getting paid
It's all about the dope tracks that we made and laid
Put you Under Pressure turning cornhead junkies into hip-hop slaves
[Hook: Son of Light] (x2)
[Verse 3: Son of Light]
(For you hip-hop junkies) out there
Norway's coming clear this year
TP, radioactive, active on your radio the sounds be attractive
Try to act up close like Glenn
And you'll be a dead man walking like Sean Pen
We blend like putting trees in the 16 chapel
Competition ain't nothing but crabapple
Intoxicating ourselves with nothing but TQ and snapple
Stay away from vultures and dandies
This ain't the jungle and my name ain't stanley
We got a plan b, there's no room for treachery or misery trinity
In this rap business something gots to give
Yo, we put you under pressure like a laxative
[Bridge: Sample]
[Hook: Son of Light]
(Put these new jacks Under Pressure)
One time for your motherf**ing mind
(Put these new jacks Under Pressure)
I put you Under Pressure with the mic cable
[Outro: Son of Light]
We didn't come to waste your time on nothing
You know what I'm saying
TP forever
Spreading internationally
N-Light-N, Tommy Tee from the woods eternity
Reaching out 'till infinity, you know what I'm saying
(Put these new jacks Under Pressure)
One time for your silly mind
(Put these new jacks Under Pressure)
Two times from the kid that makes you shine
(Put these new jacks Under Pressure)
Three times when you try to take my
(Put these new jacks Under Pressure)
Four times Tommy Tee rewind