Killer Mike - Pressure lyrics

rate me

Who are you?

You don't know?

Don't tell me negro

That's nothin

What were you before the white man named you a negro

What was your name?

It could'nthave been smith or jones or bush or powell

That wasn't your name

They don't have those kind of names where you and I came from

No what was your name?

And why don't you now know what your name was then

Where was your history?

How did a man wipe out your history?

How did the man what did the man do to make you as dumb, as you are right now

Mutha fuckas I just bought some new chuckas

The old ones bloodied up from stompin out those suckas

Big bang killa

Big black gorilla

King kong on yo monkey ass niggas

Step and fetch fucky ass flunky ass niggas

Dick in the booty for them nasty ass niggas

I don't fear no man

Not bush not clinton not osama

Ask your uncle thom how he choose NASA over Obama

You could have a million dollers and a white collar

Liberation costs more then a damn doller

It costs what christ gave

King gave

X gave

A billion dollars don't make u an ex-slave

Nigga with an attitude since fifth grade

I never behave

Rather be a dead man then a live slave

We can say what we like

Put the pressure on em

Ice Cube n Killer Mike

Put the pressure on em

I can do what I want

Put the pressure on em

But god dammit I'm a I'm gone

Put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Cause pressure was fine

Pressure was ours

I'm here to deprogram you don't forget what they made your grand grand momma do

What they made your great grand daddy do

Without a dollar or a penny or a thank you

The same mutha fuckas wanna gank you

Cause they hate you and the pussy that you came through

Can anybody tell me that it ain't true?

That these mutha fuckas ain't out to hurt you

They'll lock you up, beat you up and work you

Put your life on a thirty year curfue

Lil cell lil window for you to look through

Even gotta little chair where they can cook you

Nigga please I'm a be in the breeze

Eat em up with my plan like the japanese

Now I'm overs seas

And I'm trappin these

Thank god I didn't have to cock n squeeze

We can say what we like

Put the pressure on em

Ice Cube n Killer Mike

Put the pressure on em

I can do what I want

Put the pressure on em

But god dammit I'm a I'm gone

Put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Cause pressure was fine

Pressure was ours

Black colla bitches stop bull shitin

And u funky black preachers with your pool kids

Our kings had dreams and a big vision

All you give us is goverment and religion

Are you a freedom fighter or a school pigeon

Is you down for your people in the big mission

Or you a dirty nigga workin for fuckin a clinton

Or a dirty nigga workin for fuckin a bush

Another message for the politition

Better get the police off our ass quickly

If another old lady die in this city

Swear to god we will burn down the fuckin city

Big schemes

Big dreams

Yea I'm with it for

Twenty years for dealin dope is just a fuckin joke

And so what you the man with that white man

Probation got your ass to a white man

We can say what we like

Put the pressure on em

Ice Cube n Killer Mike

Put the pressure on em

I can do what I want

Put the pressure on em

But god dammit I'm a I'm gone

Put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Cause pressure was fine

Pressure was ours

God damnit the way dogs that ran part runnin rabbit

These pigs goin ham samich

In new york killed a young brother

In atlata killed a grand mother

And politions say save the planet

Fuck that save us damnit

From the black pigs helpin kill sunday

I hope it's five degrees hotter for your ass in hell

Place straight bastard blessed in crash

Hope jesus come back he murder your ass

So you burn in hell till you burn white ash

To the one that say sorry tell em kiss our ass

We don't need em motha fucka you can keep it for yourself

I push you nothin but pain and bad health

I hope luck run away from you and wealth

No honour in life no honour in death

You a juddist to us nigga kill yourself

We can say what we like

Put the pressure on em

Ice Cube n Killer Mike

Put the pressure on em

I can do what I want

Put the pressure on em

But god dammit I'm a I'm gone

Put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Put the pressure on em

Homie put the pressure on em

Cause pressure was fine

Pressure was ours

No negro leaders have fought for civil rights

They paid for civil rights

They have begged the white man for civil rights

They have begged the white man for freedom

And anytime you beg another man to set you free

You will never be free

Freedom is something you have to do for yourselves

And until the american negro let's the white man know

That we are really really ready and willing to pay the price that is destin for freedom

Our people will always be walking around and second class citizens or what you call twentith century slaves

What price are you talking about sir?

The price of freedom is death