Alphabyte - Pressure (feat. Duane Jackson)

The pressures buildin crackin my chest gets heavy my shoulders snappin
Boulders crashin I hold the dice but won't roll em ask him
My fate has traction not famous but my name's a classic
The future I've seen it graspin there's few who dip n dab in
My flows have different patterns
I stop an switch it Mathers he taught with me gappin adverbs

I wear this skin i'm weldin I know you hear me so lord just help him
This tortures peltin like hail in hell its warm n melted
Its drippin wet down my back i sorta felt it not a soldier this commanders orders helpin
Two servings I couldn't help it my appetite for destruction born a Celtic

Yes I've barely scratched the surface I rap each verse with pure intention been passive hurtin my future it packs a Burden skin is ashy tattooed the path is burnin fast infernos
Are rapid turnin every corner I'm lappin learnin
Rhythms expressions like math their worded
Ask if work is worth it gas em up to hype the verses
Flashes of the light an curtains futures bright my psyche's certain

There's only few who feel me the lord above has withdrawn the envy
I show love then garnered plenty i conquer the day i'm kaan when bending
Every letter stay calm instead of trippin over my songs get better with every drop it's a common set up
Beyond a get up persona's so strong its gotta let up

Written by:
Duane Jackson, Tynan Austin

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