it's pressure and drapht and we're after the lot
pressure and drapht serving the rawness
i take a piss on your parade and skirmish your fortress
you heard that we murder the thoughtless
life's a gamble and pressure's a certaintly for this
if you're a conscript you still couldn't take the draft/drapht
i'm sick of these maggots claiming that they eat rappers
you are what you eat - and these rappers are weak faggots
suckers think they're smoother than chilled silk
your shit's butter while i eat it up
quick iron over spilt milk
when close talkers give it their best
your flow ain't intoxicating - that's the gin on your breath
so keep your mouth closed for the best
from the south coast to the west
the house flows to your chest
we ain't never gonna change
the only change that i got's the sixth sense i survive on
better get on the right team"