Suffa - Monsters Ball lyrics

[Hook] [Verse 1: Suffa] You sound like a b**h man Nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man I'll tell you this, OK, it don't fit man It's like OJ, little glove, big hand Step to this I'll take your miss, make her twist and Moan, like I f**ed with the pitch man This land where the bricks stand On red sands, I spit grams of powdered Difflam To ease your muscle pain, through the hustle Came to tussle against the corporate gain man Parcels move train to plane in the struggle Markers give a claim to fame in the jungle Street revolutionaries, we the evolutionary Anomalies, but stupidly they try stopping me That's only making me a martyr we Like opiates in the vein, attack the arteries Don't get smart with me; I got a heart in me Like Pharlap, and gone so far raps now a part of me I got camaraderie, the great unwashed I got a heart in me that pump's straight up scotch But crews still try to diss me, till I switch it on em Like they try to diss Fats, till they see a picture of him Big boys, ain't small man, they tall and Ugly, want to cut me come join and join the monsters ball man [Hook] [Verse 2: Pressure] These are the last of days, a vast array Of fake f**s up in a masquerade It's swim or drown, we act we don't sink Its primal instinct we rap we don't think Its do or die, no turning back like suicide Till you're doing time with these cut throats in a suit and tie So don't feed the animals, or act a fool I'm just one man, a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves So while you're fighting over scraps and loose change and moot claims Pressures higher up in the food chain And small time predators rove in packs That why big time executives throw them scraps So much static that this is such a hazardous business And having to witness that half these rappers are b**hes Got me laughing hysterically, I've the heart of a pedigree So pissing on the next man is just marking my territory Rivals will claim over head strong beef And try, fighting for fame on these slept on streets While I'm, signing my name in the wet concrete Touching both sides of your brain when I flex on beats And when we sound the drums, I'll see cowards hung When my hour comes I'd rather catch a beat down than run It's just that honest, I don't rap for these monsters Id rather face the music than turn my back on you [Hook]