[Spoken intro]
[Intro]
If you feel the vibe
(That beautiful sound I'm loving)
So if you feel the vibe
(When you freak to the beat)
(Coming through with something brand new)
(One, two, uh, check it out)
(Once more, whats up punk)
(Yeah, here we go, here we go)
(Battles I win 'em cause I send 'em to hell when I begin 'em
Because I put it in 'em like a venom)
(He-Here we go again with the funky intro)
Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure, Pressure
[Verse 1: Pressure]
It's the next chapter, where's all my heads at?
You slept at the fact that we crept back to
Set factors straight, the only dead rappers
Are penned at the papes of no cred actors
Those haters, no you don't fade us
You don't know sh**, so your on a need to know basis
For those gracious folk with no status
I made this flow for you, no your own name is
Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the
Middle finger that you put up in a fixture
Life's a b**h and it'll hit ya
If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living literature
Hip Hop's a circus act, this is absurd but fact
One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap
One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that
Furthered rap culture round the earth and back
But some diss when I'm up in your face
You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say
I got respect for my scene and love for the place
Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change
We're still striving on, we're still alive and strong
Right or wrong I'd still k** for where I belong
Insightful on the real deal when I write a song
Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on?
[Hook]
If you feel the vibe
(That beautiful sound I'm loving)
So if you feel the vibe
(When you freak to the beat)
So if you feel the vibe
(That beautiful sound I'm loving)
So if you feel the vibe
(Its Mr. Suffa)
(Emcee)
Oi Suff, you in there?
[Verse 2: Suffa]
I had the whole crowd like, 'oh sh**', that's right I said it
I'll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits
Two of the best to ever edit poetics
It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it
Off, Hilltop in the place, "sir just calm down"
Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down
You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round
You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round
Pump it up in your car; turn your car to a club
(Smash through the wall of a pub) and burn the bar down
(Just burn the bar down), like a disco inferno
(MC's are the only thing we burn though)
I'm the arsonist like Rakim is
So ask your kids who the number one artist is
Obese got the mad f**ing roster while
(Your crew couldn't even) house a foster child!
You're flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I gots to smile
When you panic on stage like you lost a child
"Where's Benny?", Benny's across the road watching Hilltop
Cos they got the flow the hills have still got
Funk, the sk**s, the beats to get nice on
Don't need d**, I get a buzz when the mic's on
So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on
Hilltop, we're what's left when the vibe's gone
[Outro]
If you feel the vibe
(That beautiful sound I'm loving)
So if you feel the vibe
(When you freak to the beat)
So if you feel the vibe
(That beautiful sound I'm loving)
So if you feel the vibe
(R-O-U-G-H-E-R, Rougher)