Paroles:
Criminal Pressure

Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All that you see All that you hear All that you feel All that you fear Pressure [x6] Paranoid Self

Watching you Weakening Grip of pain Won't let go All that you see All that you hear All that you feel All that you fear Pressure [x6] Paranoid Self

Anistons Dig, these niggas is fake joe Hip-Hop need to wake up, we the fuckin clock radios [Hook:] We original officially the most original If we wasn't so original then we'd be criminal

on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit Will it matter if I cease to exist? Black Jesus [2Pac] All hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail Some

don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? HUH? WHAT? We don't shed tears we shed blood Do you still wanna be a thug? Yo, criminal

let's go [Verse 1: Celph Titled] Smash ya, keep a tech 9 in my dresser Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure Mind like a thousand computers, you

dick Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals

from the five one six point of view with skills so tight, they the rhymes of a vigina them clits will turn into a diamond, the level of rhymin' pressure

for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear