They told me slow down, I told them speed up
This ain't no game where you come to read up
I'm cooking pressure till the pot lid blow
They watching from the sidelines moving slow
My pen's the knife, the paper's the raw meat
Every single bar another defeat
To all the fakes who thought they could compete
This ain't playground, this concrete street!
They talking loud but saying nothing
I move in silence, stay low and creeping
Then BAM! The beat drop got 'em jumping
Now all the pretenders start their running
I see the fear right in their pupils
They not built for this, they superficial
My flow so sick, it's almost cruel
I'm breaking every single rule!
You wanted war?
Well here I am.
I am the pressure...
In the damn...
PRESSURE COOKER!
Watch the lid blow!
PRESSURE COOKER!
How low can you go?
PRESSURE COOKER!
You already know!
PRESSURE COOKER!
Now watch me blow!
This city's hungry, I'm the main course
You little boys still playing force
I'm from the bottom, fought my way up
Drank from struggle from the same cup
Now I'm here and I ain't leaving
This my throne, you just believing
In fairy tales that never happen
While I'm stacking, always stacking!
Pressure...
Cooker...
Pressure...
