the pressure þarký sözü

verse

[q-tip]

in this american metropolis filled with mc´s
a tribe called quest came to drop jewels wit´ ease
plus make you party, we do this music thing for everybody
black, white, latino and asian, we cold raisin´
the stakes of hip-hop to a new plateau
to bridge gaps in generations for future plantations
a god-fearin´ folk cos we all from the yolk
of one breed, one seed, to good goals we proceed
nowadays i strive to be a very good influence
even though not too long ago i was a truant
now i´m droppin´ it on this and many broad topics
from man´s obsession with money to holy prophets
like mohammed, yo, you know the scene is so freaky
enemies they denounce me and my own try to sweep me
now i got hip-hop acts posin´ like fat cats
lex and a rolex, moet and a top hat
but what about your contract, slick? is you proper?
it´s time we turned the tables of this hip-hop fable
i be strivin yo´, tryna bang these joints out my skillet
and fulfil it, think about these kids, we can´t kill it

[phife]

now every dog has his day, but eff that, it´s my year
all you gat pullin´ mc´s could never come near
all that bogus type chatter, please put it to rest
it´s the phifer from quest leavin´ venues a mess
so i even start to (rap) when you know you have no (haps)
wit´ your simpleton (lyrics), your light-hearted (act)
step back, me no have no time for dat
i´m blowin´ up the spot for all you ras clot idi-ots
in a world where you have like a zillion mc´s
ninety percent of all you suckers have filthy lps
bitch this, trick that, come on, act like you know
i be that up north mc who never chose to play the down-low
(his name is phife dawg) i label myself as the boss (true dat)
same height as little vicious, yet i´m shorter than kriss kross
queens representation, son, you know how we do
while light´ and sha, they represent bk to the fullest
i be the sidekick to the abstract, so get ready for combat
yo, what about about them biters? errr! me not like that
my motto is to wreck shop, i do it on the non-stop
come on party people, you must give me my props
cos y´all know good and damn well that the style has been mastered
so head for the border you peasy-haired bastards
before i start to put it on ya, come on now, must i warn ya?
queens is in the house so all mc´s go hold their corner

outro

we feelin´ pressures in here
you know we feelin´ pressures
feelin´ pressures in here
you know we feelin´ pressures
we gotta stand clear
jus´ gotta stand clear
gotta gotta stand clear of the pressure
the what?