eye Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All that you see All that you hear All that you feel All that you fear Pressure [x6] Paranoid
Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All that you see All that you hear All that you feel All that you fear Pressure [x6] Paranoid Self
Traduzione: Criminal. Pressione.
on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus [2Pac] All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail Some
don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal
tha signs I was blinded criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time so many brothas framed in this dirty game it's a shame so much pressure
let's go [Verse 1: Celph Titled] Smash ya, keep a tech 9 in my dresser Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure Mind like a thousand computers, you
you down Hittin them tombstones (sellin volumes) getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli pinnin my pistol steady ready Buck them flames aim for the pressure
time No electricity, no car payment Make me just wanna to rape shit Scrape shit off the concrete and eat it Believe it I can get devious like Lil' Bro Criminal
panic, you blame us for fighting back But it's us that has been dragged through your streets backwards, battered shell shocked and attacked The pressure
these last drops. Tarnished skin only sin when I awoke on sidewalk. Seen your movements through peripheral Remain same individual. When a man's viewed as criminal
from the five one six point of view with skills so tight, they the rhymes of a vigina them clits will turn into a diamond, the level of rhymin' pressure
for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear
my presence I'll slit your fuckin throat I won't think twice If you running your mouth now you gatta lose your life I'm a smooth criminal so I ain'
