El Da Sensei Under Pressure Lyrics

Under Pressure Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, check it



I make the past dash for the post to most indeed



My dough speeds approve feed, what I believe top seed



I write scrolls like Judei Sensei, my tongue real sharp



On the target shit, that your mind can't shield



Most can't feel, the appeal I set upon the mass



Niggaz speakin ?, one point seven grams of vocal hash



I splash like Hank and Bank flows in many waters



Shamed your game even before the fourth quarter



My order is brief, I chant meaning for demeanor



with my cleaner outlook, my moves advancin like a rook



Took, time to design, but I incline, intertwine my



shit upon your mind, check, for my warnin signs cause



I'm a hazardous graduate of the schools of fatness



My inner flows like, water in a cactus



But y'all can't see the science in this - I'm like



the day you bought you first LP, from Kane or Blastmaster Kris



Twist trees, the ordinary nig would never toke



Well over here we catch a tree but overseas we catch a boat



I wrote these degrees for the backpacks, travellin on foot



The low Guess sag, Walkman and a notebook



and Goddesses with their ear to the norm



Cause the new generation got this whole shit wrong..







Who's the fool?My tools only used to bring elaborate



shit on ?, activist servin my addicts (why?)



Fuck up those who dance by chance a champ be fly



Smack that ass that go by and she won't ask me why



I'm tokin never gun totin I'm potent with the word spoken



Leak the speak nigga, pass that, you're chokin



With a minimum dose, toast for taste, for your liking in advance



Enhance thoughts so, comp take a chance



In my world, only the true stand in my circumfrence



They're bumpin shit, with lyrics so much they're mad abundence



I'm like the first Dutch of your day, Sensai



I'm rallyin carry the load, as my pen explode



My tech shows no weakness, behold my uniqueness



Daily Rap News messenger, Under Pressure



I raise the stakes on fakes like chips to, a gambler



You're catchin my phrase like, I passed to Wes Chandler



My style not the R&B code, but the true category



Concoting flows in Dexter's Laboratory



Switching up styles like teams of Robert Horry



It'll take me days to tell my tales of fame and glory



Been down long roads leadin through, the Swiss Alps



where every chick in town got blonde hair in they scalp



What I'm about, is still refreshin your mind, guys are blind



cause what you find is the shit, is the downfall of rapkind



Askin the same question, all the time whassup with yo' shit?



Yo sit back and focus, beginners notice:



my speech is never an impediment



Always a step of it to show I have intelligence



So, MC El Da Sensei, O-U-T



For the nine-eight season we be, out..