Lateef The Truthspeaker - Pressed lyrics

[Intro] (Get things straight once and for all) [Verse 1: Slug] It goes truth to power to responsibility Mama tryin' to put the whole litter out their misery If you can feel me, lick shots at the ceilin' Until the 'bots come back from the future to try killin' me Nah dude, I'm just sayin' it's true And you namin' me and blamin' me for hatin' on you Pssh, I got way better things to do Never forget this is America, banks rob you Raise your hands up and pay that ransom We made this anthem over breaks that Ant brung You caught a bad one and bought you a handgun Moved to Montana, now you rockin' a man bun And I ain't even tryin' to clown it or clone it It fits your persona, it's sick, you should own it No bones to pick and no stones to kick Just thе leftover microphones blown to bits [Verse 2: Anwar HighSign] I dеcided to scribe this today Eight times outta ten It's suicide inside of my mind Image of lyin' to side with one eye showin' Close it, it won't blink, still open All the emotion I felt for it, I poured in the felt and fell forward Even if it felt foreign I thought that I would be scored historically As one of the best doin' it, now I'm not pressed for it Shed tear for it, I sweat for it Cut up until my flesh porous A mesh, I bled for it, a mess for it I lost homies yet You don't wanna flow toe to toe, that's a death warrant I been definitely outta your depth, I etch torrents 'Specially my delivery, I was dep on it Just keep the sh*t, I got nothin' left for it I'm heavy while you rubberneck me like a fu*kin' tourist [Verse 3: BlackLiq] I been in this for life, you just cheat on your wife I'm the type to a take a chance, you just take the advice You been window shoppin' this, I been payin' the price They call me BlackLiq, and listen, you can love it and like Only time I ever stop is when I'm takin' a pee You take an L, I get a fee, you been spittin' for free I'm the type to build a lock, you just askin' for keys I go online and look at you while you lookin' at me I'm what it's like to see the thing that you'll never be Do the thing you'll only dream since you choosin' the sleep I'm up and performing, my presence is global Warning a warning that's so abnormal It's normal to keep ignoring I'm hot Matter fact, I'm the reason you're heated And if you can't stand me, we got tickets for seating They wanna play for a quarter, but I'm here for the season So if you wanna stop losing, stop competing [Verse 4: Sa-Roc] Picture me impressed by an IG flex Roc'll strongarm the mic and exercise these pecs With breath control ironclad like a knight getting dressed I'll pull a biting rapper's card and call it ID check See, I don't chase clout, but I'm still a track star Shine on every beat like a black eye 'til I leave that charred You gon' need your shade to keep you warm when I go flash, bwoy They lapping up these DC origin stories like it's NASCAR They want me to cool down, they say I'm too fired up Been having some episodes since they lit the pilot Y'all gon' get this clenched fist raised a half a mile up 'Til Breonna's killers in a penitentiary lineup Said I gotta show some skin, keep 'em interested But I bare it all in every stanza, every measure drastic Work them fingers to the bone 'til the digits fractured To show the difference 'tween the real ones and the manufactured, Roc [Verse 5: Haphduzn] Haph the magi who moves matter like Black lives Same energy for the enemies of my allies Have nots, underrepresented, disenfranchised Past due, we ain't through with you by a damn site High caliber, diaspora time traveler Pen with more torque than a Wildcat Challenger Vice chancellor, fine manicured mic handler All in my bag after the Benjamins like Banneker No biz like showbiz until COVID Opiates stole our hero and left no Prince All this drama makes it hard to stay focused It's still fu*k 12, 45th, and his four kids True believer since DMC rocked them loose Adidas Sprinkle voodoo when in the stu' like a brujeria Lucid dreamer, grew up pissing off the music teacher Guess I won at life, wife looking like the new Aaliyah [Verse 6: Lateef the Truthspeaker] Making a million exploiting your fellow citizen really isn't the same as giving people medicine Regardless of feelings, imperialism will only benefit a few, the rest are on the receiving end So when you witness this loveliness that we're hustling, just know that it isn't an ad or photo op for Benetton It's a solution in action, independence Longevity prioritized over everything Let's start assembling people with some togetherness Let's hold a rally and introduce them to special guests The master of ceremonies in effect And when it comes to mics, he's a specialist Terrorist from the West, blessed with the weapons in the flesh Bombs he's constructed with the alphabet I suggest listening to lessons that address the proper progressive thoughts that'll have you pressed