Artist: Rasco Album: The Dick Swanson Theory Song: Pressures of Life Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Rasco] Mic test one-two, ha Transmittin live San Fran' stand up, what Uhh One time, 'bout to spit this Check, look You lookin at the man of steel, you know this man is real I'm not a thug but I plan to kill Like - Austin Kearns you lost your turn How many purple haze sacks did it cost to burn I know you really need the lift, I better bleed the fifth I spit rhymes cause I need the chips Procede to spit, runnin with the speed to get lightning The way I run on these tracks is quite frightening I'm the scariest shit you seen in a while But I still be the cat with ridiculous style Check the file, dudes try to shit on your name I'm like a young Shaq, niggaz shouldn't get in the lane Still the same, shootin with the realest aim Lay it all on the line hope they feel this pain You niggaz know the game is tight, we spittin flames tonight We still dealin with the pressures of life, YEAH~! [Chorus] I'm dealin with the pressures of life I gotta get it while the gettin is good, man I wish you would I'm dealin with the pressures of life I gotta turn it around, sometimes dreams come tumblin down I'm dealin with the pressures of life You must be outta your mind, this time lay it all on the line I'm dealin with the pressures of life We came to blaze the track, best believe nigga Ras' is back [Rasco] Yo, we back to burn, we stacked and earned Fall asleep at the wheel they'll snatch your turn I'm not concerned, gotta keep my eyes on the prize I'm a whole lot bigger boy I'm not your size Off the scales, niggaz get lost in sales Playin hard but they really still soft as hell Squeeze the cream, I might have to squeeze your team For everything that they got, here to slang the shot Sling the rocks, somethin like crack on the block Just to keep 'em off track then I poured a whole stack on 'em Better your scrill, I'm ready and real Got my rap game up now I'm ready for mills What's the deal - I can keep it all in tact Rock rhymes that'll keep niggaz fallin back Uh-huh, you niggaz know the game is tight, we spittin flames tonight We still dealin with the pressures of life, YEAH~! [Chorus] [Rasco] Open your eyes, cats try to sell you lies Try to keep you locked down, no chance to rise Here's the point, the king that they still annoint Tell 'em kick rocks if they don't feel the joint Fuck the stress, nigga we'll touch your chest I know cats that'll get dudes touched for less Lots of coin, look at where the shots is goin Kinda sick man I like the way the rhymes is flowin Ya heard? [Chorus]