Track 19 Off Working With Words Vol. 4 --- Produced By DrubzEnt
July 20, 2015
I'll be posting new music on this site, and a few more.
http://soundcloud.com/undapreshur
http://youtube.com/undapreshur
Lyrics
you say this isnt me
but theres no f*** ing different me
you really want to get to me
but you dont want to piece of me
you think you dissin me
but its just a big kick to me
cause im your nicotine
and you ain't ever quittin me
These Rappers wanna Diss me, but if I was gone you would miss me
i know that you loving me now wanna jump up on a song here wit me
I let my verse smash any who oppose when words lack
you heard that? lungs black Im sure of that,
you can't quit me now, im nicotine im foul
im what you need im what you breathe if its me you down,
im what keeps you round, im what you breathing down,
im what you need im what you breathe im what you seeing now
you can't kick the habit, im the bad reception on those old
televions i bet you sick of static, im a drug to a sniffin addict
who's quick to panic when they don't get their fix so they get fanatic,
when their system have it, im like liquor im hard to deliver blood from the heart to the liver, its getting harder to picture what they
once were cause now im f*** ing part of the mixture,
i gotta top the throttle, Know that im back know not to wallow
I'm like liquour, and you alcoholics know not to drop the bottle
I'm hard to follow, because I bombard you hollow,
I'm two hundred proof baby, undapreshur's hard to swallow
i'm the sudden rush in your vein, that little blush to your face
that feeling you feel when you wanna bust out your cage
erupt in a rage, with something to say, I'm that dude
who's always stuck on your case and i'm f*** in amazing.
you saying that you focused yo? want me to rap and slow the flow
hold it bro, i told em yo that comparing to me is like so and so
you sick of me yet, wicked that kid be the next fifty to rip any
prick that picks any sh** to spin on his set?
i'm nifty at best, so shifty and i'll rip any vet tipping to spit and
giving a quip that doesnt grip i'll offend till im dead
till im killed in a craze, stealin the feeling that bills
when i'm paid, try and kill me ima still be ill from the grave
