Suffa - Conversations From A Speakeasy lyrics

[Intro: Omni] Alright ladies and gentlemen here we go... [Verse 1: Pressure] Let's get introductions aside Pressure, Omni 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 cos I already got a mouthful Act like I astound y'all, well I'm a scoundrel With enemies but cliché 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: Omni] The heart of the giant, the eye of the lion The smell of victory is what makes me keep trying My will to survive is like I'm stranded on an island I keep rhyming; keep climbing till somebody find me My city's been behind me since the mid nineties Right around the time when it was cool to be grimy My DJ used to make the earth spin in reverse Put the needle to the dirt, spread the word like you heard it first Now it's all twisted, somebody told the truth but they missed it I put it on my CD but they skipped it But that's what happens when you do something different Some people can just stay content with the simple sh** I live my life fast like it's my last I don't trip off of cash or dwell in the past I'm bigger than that; I'm bigger than rap One of the sickest emcees on the map for bringing that back [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 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 or 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] 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 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 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 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