Conversations from a Speakeasy

Let's get introductions aside

Pressure Omni and Suffa tonight busting the mic like

Lately I've been hearing nothing but hype

Pen's mightier than your sword

Then you'd be f**ked in a fight

From the point of the exact conception I've had perfection

And you ain't close to Omni even though you may lack direction

I've got a good heart

But bad intentions

Pressure don't need a map for reference I'm a man of legends

I'll last forever like bad impressions

Like the first night you cursed in adolescence

The way I slam a sentence can panic veterans

Some things are better left unsaid like anything that I have to mention

My loud mouths my downfall it's doubtful

I'll bite off more than I can chew cos I already got a mouthful

Act like I astound yall well I'm a scoundrel

With enemies but cliché is a friend of me I'm out yall

Pull up a chair

And kick your feet on the table

Let down you hair lean back in your seat if you're able

We've got the Jazz for your speakeasy conversations

It's the universal language of relaxation

Verse 2 – Omni

The heart of the giant the eye of the lion

The smell of victory is what makes me keep trying

My will to survive is like I'm stranded on an island

I keep rhyming

Keep climbing till somebody find me

My city's been behind me since the mid nineties

Right around the time when it was cool to be grimy

My DJ used to make the earth spin in reverse

Put the needle to the dirt spread the word like you heard it first

Now it's all twisted

Somebody told the truth but they missed it

I put it on my CD but they skipped it

But that's what happens when you do something different

Some people can just stay content with the simple s**t

I live my life fast like it's my last

I don't trip off of cash or dwell in the past

I'm bigger than that

I'm bigger than rap

One of the sickest MCs on the map for bringing that back

Pull up a chair

And kick your feet on the table

Let down you hair lean back in your seat if you're able

We've got the Jazz for your speakeasy conversations

It's the universal language of relaxation

Verse 3 – Suffa

I heard there ain't no party like an open bar

We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart

Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar

So bizarre roll thick like smokers tar

Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar

And if I ain't getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car

Tell me who you know this far

Gone on till the moments

Gone on till the break of this governments back

And it's on till my mates are all loving the tracks

No thugs in his raps no muggings and macks

And no guns just trying to get us up on the map

Bust Suffa on wax trust it's on

I'm trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for p**n

Born in a small town die with a big mouth

Hoods tore it all down shouts to the kids south

Pull up a chair

And kick your feet on the table

Let down you hair lean back in your seat if you're able

We've got the Jazz for your speakeasy conversations

It's the universal language of relaxation

Pull up a chair

And kick your feet on the table

Let down you hair lean back in your seat if you're able

We've got the Jazz for your speakeasy conversations

It's the universal language of relaxation

Pull up a chair

And kick your feet on the table

Let down you hair lean back in your seat if you're able

We've got the Jazz for your speakeasy conversations

It's the universal language of relaxation

Pull up a chair

And kick your feet on the table

Let down you hair lean back in your seat if you're able

We've got the Jazz for your speakeasy conversations

It's the universal language of relaxation