Jimmy P. - High Pressure Lyrics
Good morning, Mr. Foreman- did you enjoy the performance?I’m warning you when I say women are swarming like hornetsTo fornicate, but wait, can I have a talk with your daughter?I just bought her a halter-top in order to call the spotThe sorta kinda place you vacate when the water’s hotI’m all that and then some, young smart and handsomeThe phantom of the opera, I’ll drop ya like MansonRun up behind you; use my hand to cover your mouthDamn you struggle and shout and there’s blood on the couchThe cover is out, rubbing and snuffing you outPut you in the oven, I’m shoving stuff in your house!Vandalism is the best- not cannibalismHaving aneurisms, envision all my mannerismsI’ve been living inside of this prison for years, every day I shed a new tearBut I’m still here, what?Protect your neck or you’ll get left with mainstreamCuz I am in effect, get checks, I love C.R.E.A.M.Wu-Tang forever- Jimmy’s getting betterFeeling pretty fed up, I’m under high pressureMan, ya’ll don’t know what I’m going through… it’s whateverLooking at the sun sinking slowly below the horizonHello to fantasizing thoughts about enterprisingAdvertising my music- be uncompromisingWhen you’re killing it like pioneers killed the bisonI like writing; it’s striking how I can give birthTo a universe that works in every verseYou can’t describe it- see ‘em coming alive andTo hear a song of mine is my little one thrivingNo jiving- I’m talking art masterpiecesA thesis is living within ever single speech andThe goal is not to be famous, I maintain arrangementsActing pretty heinous, blowing fire out the anusTell I love “L” – yell out “Flamboyant”13 years, it’s still here and I enjoy itI’m the people’s choice, come through, they rejoiceMake noise for the voice you all enjoyProtect your neck or you’ll get left with mainstreamCuz I am in effect, get checks, I love C.R.E.A.M.Wu-Tang forever- Jimmy’s getting betterFeeling pretty fed up, I’m under high pressureYo, this high pressure is killing me!About to go poetic- let me count the waysGet you music called Medusa, get you stoned for daysFixated on the gaze that turned you into a statueJimmy is the greatest, put it on you like a tattooGet trapped like rats do- men into miceInventing a new flow just like the Edison lightI need an ice breaker- so I can talk to womenSlip a drink in em- thinking the room is spinningIn a couple minutes she’ll be wrapped inside my linenThis night is just beginning, I’m Sheen, I’m winningPretending there was no sinning the minute she awakensThere’s bacon in the kitchen and blood smeared on my apronThe devil’s inside of me so I’ll put him inside of youWhat’s another dead body? I’ll find it and try to hide it tooBite into something new, I need guidance to help me chooseDecide if I’m alive so you’ll be dead inside when you loseProtect your neck or you’ll get left with mainstreamCuz I am in effect, get checks, I love C.R.E.A.M.Wu-Tang forever- Jimmy’s getting betterFeeling pretty fed up, I’m under high pressureYa’ll didn’t think the song ended, did you?Ya’ll crazy!Jimmy P.’s song coming at ya!You gotta protect ya neck though!Yo- we about to set it off, another verse, let’s get ‘em!My ink is running out, I better make it importantAssortments of bars so call the reinforcementsI saw the four horsemen and shot the equinesMust’ve been their deadline, time for bedtimeCut at the waistline, breaking down like enzymesForget four horses, me and the five caninesThe hounds of hell, when they bark it sounds the bellTo let you know to run and tell and impale yourselfI mean penetrate, more like a love thingCuz when I demonstrate, I leave bloodstains!You haven’t confronted me yet, it’s funny you’re setWith erratic old habits that make you run and forgetWondering about coming back after discoveringAll my brothers from other mothers suffer from the smotheringThey can’t breathe, no air in the cage they put us inWhat could’ve been? More like yo, what should’ve been
