(feat. DJ Bonez)

[Verse 1: Pressure]

Don't stop or hesitate, lyrical blows will make you levitate
Brothers think their fat, damn their $#&@in' 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]