(feat. DJ Bonez)



[Verse 1: Pressure]

Don't stop or hesitate, lyrical blows will make you levitate

Brothers think their fat, damn their fuckin' feather weight

For heavens sake, I never crossed over ever mate

I regularly elevate, my upper man regulate

I never mate

Brothers say I come back from hell to wait

MC's selling their souls to record companies

Celibates like selling rates

I'm sleeping while their well awake

I celebrate while they feel the rainy weather mate

So while I'm well awake the album drops but they never make

They telling me to prepare for the venom when they smell a snake

There's a thousand stories in the city that are hell or fake

I never wait for mine to waste time to elevate

Together mate all we need is to delegate

Some rhyme power so that enough force can generate

And segregate the real from the dwellers

Mate its time for b-boys to get yours together mate



[Hook x4:]

I don't stop the body rock

(We say)

Don't stop the body rock

(We say)



[Verse 2: Suffa]

Ahhhh... B-boy, verballing, lattering, configuring, lettering, sampling

Fat as us delivering

Words on the world that I'm living in

Unforgiving in, my style no considering

Giving in

Next celebrate

Don't deviate, Arrogate

Fatter ways, who better ways

Never hesitate, get us straight

Elevate, till you levitate

Demonstrate skills that the hills will celebrate

Impersonators situate styles that you emulate

Lacerate flows with the flows that I fluctuate

Intimidate in the late, how was I?

Stimulate

Cowards imitate my style, try to simulate

Beginner mate

Noise, b-boys, getting in the crate

Innovate, bones cut the record till your finger break

Integrate the sounds underground

I'll bomb em' mate

Nominate the hoods for the crew to dominate



[Hook x8: till fade]