[Verse 1: Pressure]
Watch me do my thing
Get lost into my scene
Get hot, like New Orleans
In Cosby crew[?] and jeans
Do not awaken, stare a lot and vacant
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
Only bad rhymes running proper naked[??]
Only point I made you with[?], the bullet was a paper
I ain't here to fight some dude, and f*** around with his spouse
I'd rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
Eat your heart from the groove on account of the bounce
And lick her like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Status never mattered, ever acted whether[?]
Like Christina Aguilera, just let yourself go
Matter Pressure and endevour[?] that is better left
Christine track a record[?] to let you all know
Well the king's even homeless
Been in these kingdoms to roam just
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
At the gathering to known all that matter like a black hole[?]
[Hook]
And it's all good (x4)
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater (x5)
[Verse 2: Suffa]
Imma step up every chance when I rumble
They all call me champ of the Jungle
It's fitting
Imma get drunk and dance like your uncle
Until I'm all hands like your uncle
I'm kidding
The venomous inventor, when I enter then it's over
When I'm spitting venom, I'm as generous as Oprah
You get a scar! You get a scar! You get a scar!
Me drunk in the back of a rental car
Pat Benatar, love is a battlefield
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador
When I'm dressed like Theo's Dad
In a coogi listening to Kool G Rap
I won't beat around the bush like a seventies p***
I'll make you wish that you never been born
[Hook]
And it's all good (x4)
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater (x5)
[Verse 3: Pressure]
Take a ride on the bus out of this alley
We could fire up the night like Prince Harry
f*** the high life, we could vibe like
We got wirelines hanging from behind like we're just married
[Verse 3: Suffa]
I'll turn the artform into a bloodsport
I'll make pea soup out of a pea-brain
They wanna run the streets like parkour
I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
[Hook]
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater (x5)
This is the most light-hearted, fun track on the album.
Suffa had this to say about it:
'Cosby Sweater"s a bit of a throwback track for us. It"s got sort of like, that nosebleed, hard road, sort of up-tempo party track feel about it. It"s definitely rhyming for the sport of it.'
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Watch me do my thing
Get lost into my scene
Get hot, like New Orleans
In Cosby crew[?] and jeans
Do not awaken, stare a lot and vacant
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
Only bad rhymes running proper naked[??]
Only point I made you with[?], the bullet was a paper
I ain't here to fight some dude, and f*** around with his spouse
I'd rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
Eat your heart from the groove on account of the bounce
And lick her like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Status never mattered, ever acted whether[?]
Like Christina Aguilera, just let yourself go
Matter Pressure and endevour[?] that is better left
Christine track a record[?] to let you all know
Well the king's even homeless
Been in these kingdoms to roam just
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
At the gathering to known all that matter like a black hole[?]
[Hook]
And it's all good (x4)
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater (x5)
[Verse 2: Suffa]
Imma step up every chance when I rumble
They all call me champ of the Jungle
It's fitting
Imma get drunk and dance like your uncle
Until I'm all hands like your uncle
I'm kidding
The venomous inventor, when I enter then it's over
When I'm spitting venom, I'm as generous as Oprah
You get a scar! You get a scar! You get a scar!
Me drunk in the back of a rental car
Pat Benatar, love is a battlefield
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador
When I'm dressed like Theo's Dad
In a coogi listening to Kool G Rap
I won't beat around the bush like a seventies p***
I'll make you wish that you never been born
[Hook]
And it's all good (x4)
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater (x5)
[Verse 3: Pressure]
Take a ride on the bus out of this alley
We could fire up the night like Prince Harry
f*** the high life, we could vibe like
We got wirelines hanging from behind like we're just married
[Verse 3: Suffa]
I'll turn the artform into a bloodsport
I'll make pea soup out of a pea-brain
They wanna run the streets like parkour
I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
[Hook]
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition, listen they ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie, swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie, wearing that Cosby sweater
Wearing that Cosby sweater (x5)
This is the most light-hearted, fun track on the album.
Suffa had this to say about it:
'Cosby Sweater"s a bit of a throwback track for us. It"s got sort of like, that nosebleed, hard road, sort of up-tempo party track feel about it. It"s definitely rhyming for the sport of it.'
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