[Verse One - Pressure]
Be careful what you wish for; be cautious what you seek
Women are like opportunities; grasp them when they`re in reach
All that glitters is gold, and sold for green locally
Life`s a blind struggle that`s why fate keeps tripping over me
With fines, debts and warrants trust me when I say they serve you
What you don`t know can`t hurt you; so not knowing you`s a virtue
It`s a fast food world; I fear that I`m a die gluttoning
But life is like John Howard, too short to waste time worrying
I moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mental
Now I`m using my potential, for bruising instrumentals
I`m a bad natured human, bound to stagnate in ruin
Till these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruising
We`re all drunk philosophers so give it time now
There`s a fine line between a smile and a frown, Yeah? It`s called an eyebrow
If measurement of ones worth was one word of testament
I`m done keeping it real I keep it relevant
[Chorus]
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs
We`ll deal with it as it comes
If I lose my way I`ll follow you
Cos today`s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs
We`ll deal with it as it comes
If I lose my way I`ll follow you
Cos today`s like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do
[Verse Two - Suffa]
I`ve been an out and out loudmouth since my youth
I`m generous with words but selfish with the truth
I`d never say some things on my mind anyway
Cos ideas are like cars, they get stolen everyday
And when I do speak women call me a creep
Ladies chivalry`s not dead it`s on the couch where you made it sleep
I get deep without the meaningful
Mimed a rhyme to a blind man, he said `Boy now I`ve seen it all`
The worlds an ugly place filled with beautiful women
And people, who love music but lack suitable rhythm
What a computer will give them an instrument won`t
It`s called hip hop, guess what we`re the industry joke
But hip hop followers, follow us till your sorrow is gone
And be strong cos tomorrow it`s on
We ain`t no beat nick, weak trip, kids on the sneak tip
We spit deep shit all of life` secrets
[Chorus] - 2X
