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Bill Waves & M. Stacks - PRESSURE COOKER (feat. The Come Up) Lyrics




Took so many f*ckin losses that I have to win
I was down so long that it started to look like up, until I had the spins
These little mother f*ckers got their facts amiss, and they love to try write verses like me, but they just can't hack the shit
I Imagined put my 10,000 hours in, and I mastered this
Broken home ever since I was 16, I've been family less, left my moms apartment
2010 I had to pay the rent, then never stopped looking til I got packs for less
The pills just set me back 10 years and killed so many friends, I know that shits too bad
Better hold back the tears, we knew we played with death and the reaper had our heads
So don't act like a bitch when karma catches up, better stay solid admit your wrongs between you and God and don't test your luck
Slipping is something you'll never be catching us
Back in the day, we used to really not give a f*ck
Now mother f*cker I don't want to stress at all
I'm still trying to see Europe for the very first time, write a new song and go on tour

Need to get in front of a mic
When its fresh in my mind
Cus emotions aint wine more like a mold of some kind
Constantly growing and mutating over time too dangerous
To be held within these the developments sans embellishment
My cousin just got sat down for four
Possession of a fire arm they caught him lacking he be sat down for more
Replay the same predicament, as a law abiding citizen
Now the endings different, grim and all its synonyms
Save that Back and forth for Wimbledon
Fed up like Palestinians
Cus I aint have the benefit, of suburban ignorance
Or is that a privilege?
Anyway
Like a fiend digging in your ashtray, any smoke Ima finish it
Bill said give em the feels, so I give em the real
Like a projector given cinema films
I know it sounds alien if you aint been in the field
We out here, from the Valley to the Seneca Hills
Caught the motion like a pendulum swing
Leafy greens keep me healthy
All beef is lean, my name ring like a belfry
I know you heard of me
My words third degree burns, know you felt me

Stepped in as da underdog...somehow emerged to da people's champ
Talkin my fly shit from da albums to da feature jams
Solid as concrete, was louder than da speaker amps
Been on da road to success they barely reached da ramp
Radio was boomin
Billy known to keep da keep da wave
Shadow lounge made us, it was frequent we would heat da stage
Legends in our presence, it was destined every secret saved
Pittsburgh put us on a pedestal no need to speak da names
Go head and leak da page, but do ya homework
Then make sure that u tell em this here is grown work
It's real in da field but know ya zone first
Cuz from Da Dock to Da Yacht ima treat it like it's my own turf
Hoodfellas, but get respected like executives
Nicer than Grandma, deliver like we pessimist
Hard labor still we playing like it's effortless
Check us in, numbers on da board feel like we next to win
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Took so many f*ckin losses that I have to win
I was down so long that it started to look like up, until I had the spins
These little mother f*ckers got their facts amiss, and they love to try write verses like me, but they just can't hack the shit
I Imagined put my 10,000 hours in, and I mastered this
Broken home ever since I was 16, I've been family less, left my moms apartment
2010 I had to pay the rent, then never stopped looking til I got packs for less
The pills just set me back 10 years and killed so many friends, I know that shits too bad
Better hold back the tears, we knew we played with death and the reaper had our heads
So don't act like a bitch when karma catches up, better stay solid admit your wrongs between you and God and don't test your luck
Slipping is something you'll never be catching us
Back in the day, we used to really not give a f*ck
Now mother f*cker I don't want to stress at all
I'm still trying to see Europe for the very first time, write a new song and go on tour

Need to get in front of a mic
When its fresh in my mind
Cus emotions aint wine more like a mold of some kind
Constantly growing and mutating over time too dangerous
To be held within these the developments sans embellishment
My cousin just got sat down for four
Possession of a fire arm they caught him lacking he be sat down for more
Replay the same predicament, as a law abiding citizen
Now the endings different, grim and all its synonyms
Save that Back and forth for Wimbledon
Fed up like Palestinians
Cus I aint have the benefit, of suburban ignorance
Or is that a privilege?
Anyway
Like a fiend digging in your ashtray, any smoke Ima finish it
Bill said give em the feels, so I give em the real
Like a projector given cinema films
I know it sounds alien if you aint been in the field
We out here, from the Valley to the Seneca Hills
Caught the motion like a pendulum swing
Leafy greens keep me healthy
All beef is lean, my name ring like a belfry
I know you heard of me
My words third degree burns, know you felt me

Stepped in as da underdog...somehow emerged to da people's champ
Talkin my fly shit from da albums to da feature jams
Solid as concrete, was louder than da speaker amps
Been on da road to success they barely reached da ramp
Radio was boomin
Billy known to keep da keep da wave
Shadow lounge made us, it was frequent we would heat da stage
Legends in our presence, it was destined every secret saved
Pittsburgh put us on a pedestal no need to speak da names
Go head and leak da page, but do ya homework
Then make sure that u tell em this here is grown work
It's real in da field but know ya zone first
Cuz from Da Dock to Da Yacht ima treat it like it's my own turf
Hoodfellas, but get respected like executives
Nicer than Grandma, deliver like we pessimist
Hard labor still we playing like it's effortless
Check us in, numbers on da board feel like we next to win
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Writer: Bill Niels
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