Letra de ' Deadly Pressure ' de Trusenz

Lyrics that he said left a hole in your head,
It's Trusenz!
Go back to bed, you sleep best.
I rap badder,
Listen to none of the chit-chatter,
Precise with the art, so after that don't shit matter.

Lyrics that he said left a hole in your head,
It's Trusenz!
Go back to bed, you sleep best.
I rap badder,
Listen to none of the chit-chatter,
Precise with the art, so after that don't shit matter.

I attack lies and general sense, I'm the general,
Injured your minds 'till you realise you're minimal,
Obstacle, skies will limit you, I'm beyond invincible,
Sadistic. Swinging my tentacles at non-sensible statistics,
Eight out ten MCs is misfits,
The other two cower away when this hits,
It's a split shift, relief from chronic to calm neurons,
When Tru's on in-and-out niggas fold like futons,
Crunch time I got the crouton, you're holding wet bread,
Alien rhymes before I was human and bled red,
And let the lead spread in lyrical form to stun masses,
Countless MCs dying to test but none passes,
From tongues passive, Trusenz emerged as one massive,
It's drastic, collabo with raps to bump havoc,
Ageless jurassic, rated fantastic, invading fanatics,
Blatantly acid at making a planet abandon axis.

Lyrics that he said left a hole in your head,
It's Trusenz!
Go back to bed, you sleep best.
I rap badder,
Listen to none of the chit-chatter,
Precise with the art, so after that don't shit matter.

Lyrics that he said left a hole in your head,
It's Trusenz!
Go back to bed, you sleep best.
I rap badder,
Listen to none of the chit-chatter,
Precise with the art, so after that don't shit matter.

Requesting council arbitration,
Let's pronounce a situation that's awaking,
With maximum force participation,
Radio stations raving, the nation is misbehaving,
No escaping from hatred that cursed our mind raping,
The turn of times we hold sacred,
So many vacant enemy dispacements collaborate for motivation,
Engraving into the mind of our generation,
A patient, but escalating hallucination,
Engaging in altercations with folks ageing,
Enslaving equations of freedom we once braved,
And degrading the essence of morality we bathed in,
Taking a turn for the worse, evolved cave men,
No safe haven,
Even religious organisations,
Are facing a revelation from congregations,
Debating whether or not the current situation,
That we're facing,
Requires any council arbitration.

Lyrics that he said left a hole in your head,
It's Trusenz!
Go back to bed, you sleep best.
I rap badder,
Listen to none of the chit-chatter,
Precise with the art, so after that don't shit matter.

Lyrics that he said left a hole in your head,
It's Trusenz!
Go back to bed, you sleep best.
I rap badder,
Listen to none of the chit-chatter,
Precise with the art, so after that don't shit matter.

All it takes is an engineer, my producer and me,
A little inspiration and a boost from the trees,
Then it's all over, armageddon can strike fast,
Save your breath little homey, cause it could be your last,
Overdrive turbo, rage burning infernal,
Spitting lyrics from a page that will hurt your internal,
Keep a distant following distance all you rap misfits,
It's a race so gentlemen start your engines,
It's my ocean, you niggas less than crabs,
The checkered flag seen when I rest you cats in pieces,
Shit on mics with lyrical faeces,
Grade A, catastrophic, number one in my species,
I need these rhymes like a fiend needs dope,
Like a team needs a win,
Like religion needs hope,
Like a baby needs a mom,
Like a storm needs the calm,
Like the world needs Tru,
Like a war needs arms.

Lyrics that he said left a hole in your head,
It's Trusenz!
Go back to bed, you sleep best.
I rap badder,
Listen to none of the chit-chatter,
Precise with the art, so after that don't shit matter.

Lyrics that he said left a hole in your head,
It's Trusenz!
Go back to bed, you sleep best.
I rap badder,
Listen to none of the chit-chatter,
Precise with the art, so after that don't shit matter.

And there you have it muthafuckers.
You know what I'm sayin'?
The game just took a turn for the worse.
Don't fuck with Trusenz.
Go ahead if you want to.
You know what's going on.
D-muthafucking-planet.
Trusenz.
Up in the studio, Charl! What's up?!
Muthafuckers.
Yo, that's it man.