Presha
๐ต 2313 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:33 duration
๐ ID: 5946170
๐ Lyrics
Intro:
This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters
Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem
I'm about to give you a dose of reality
Real deal
{Jeru The Damaja
Nowaways, records are played and superstars are made
Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payed
As a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laid
It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
Growing up in the hood, young black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
For props, boos-hoot pop, another brother drops
He barely knew his pops,
Now his little seed will barely know his pops
Tunnel vision like a cyclops
I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops
My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got
'Cause until we reach the top, can't stop and won't stop
Chorus 2X:
Can you feel?
The presha, the the the presha
Hand over
The presha, the the the presha
{Jeru The Damaja
Journalists write articles 'cause they can't write rhymes
Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime
Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to preserve what's left
There's a fork in the road, choose life or death
There's too much stress, too many bullets for your vest
Temptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillis
The rest, rest in the Earth, only the best progress
It's you who think I see commercial success
Warning, this shit is real, this is not a test
And what I express worth more than a Lexus
Serve it like baby food, still hard to digest
Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest
Chorus 2X
{Jeru The Damaja
Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for food
So he do what he got to do
Keep it real, I don't playa hate ya
God my divine nature,
Sent at this time to stabilize the structure
We should all live like wise kings,
Now sing praise to the gutter
The blazed double X, concelead like a box cutter
Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another
Word, to the mother land, kill the other man
Lord of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black man
Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system
And since there's no more niggas in the ghetto, here I am
Chorus 4X
(You got to deal with*instead of hand over)
Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters...
This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters
Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem
I'm about to give you a dose of reality
Real deal
{Jeru The Damaja
Nowaways, records are played and superstars are made
Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payed
As a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laid
It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
Growing up in the hood, young black and supahuman
Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
For props, boos-hoot pop, another brother drops
He barely knew his pops,
Now his little seed will barely know his pops
Tunnel vision like a cyclops
I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops
My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got
'Cause until we reach the top, can't stop and won't stop
Chorus 2X:
Can you feel?
The presha, the the the presha
Hand over
The presha, the the the presha
{Jeru The Damaja
Journalists write articles 'cause they can't write rhymes
Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime
Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to preserve what's left
There's a fork in the road, choose life or death
There's too much stress, too many bullets for your vest
Temptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillis
The rest, rest in the Earth, only the best progress
It's you who think I see commercial success
Warning, this shit is real, this is not a test
And what I express worth more than a Lexus
Serve it like baby food, still hard to digest
Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest
Chorus 2X
{Jeru The Damaja
Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for food
So he do what he got to do
Keep it real, I don't playa hate ya
God my divine nature,
Sent at this time to stabilize the structure
We should all live like wise kings,
Now sing praise to the gutter
The blazed double X, concelead like a box cutter
Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another
Word, to the mother land, kill the other man
Lord of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black man
Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system
And since there's no more niggas in the ghetto, here I am
Chorus 4X
(You got to deal with*instead of hand over)
Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.45] Intro:
[00:01.05] This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters
[00:05.68] Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem
[00:08.78] I'm about to give you a dose of reality
[00:10.96] Real deal
[00:12.27] {Jeru The Damaja
[00:13.26] Nowaways, records are played and superstars are made
[00:20.33] Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payed
[00:23.61] As a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laid
[00:27.15] It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
[00:30.74] Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
[00:34.19] Growing up in the hood, young black and supahuman
[00:37.85] Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
[00:41.39] Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
[00:44.72] For props, boos-hoot pop, another brother drops
[00:48.08] He barely knew his pops,
[00:49.53] Now his little seed will barely know his pops
[00:51.88] Tunnel vision like a cyclops
[00:53.95] I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops
[00:57.43] My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got
[01:00.57] 'Cause until we reach the top, can't stop and won't stop
[01:04.07] Chorus 2X:
[01:06.65] Can you feel?
[01:07.56] The presha, the the the presha
[01:08.86] Hand over
[01:09.75] The presha, the the the presha
[01:15.47] {Jeru The Damaja
[01:18.22] Journalists write articles 'cause they can't write rhymes
[01:22.99] Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime
[01:26.63] Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to preserve what's left
[01:29.75] There's a fork in the road, choose life or death
[01:33.54] There's too much stress, too many bullets for your vest
[01:36.68] Temptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillis
[01:41.23] The rest, rest in the Earth, only the best progress
[01:43.82] It's you who think I see commercial success
[01:47.34] Warning, this shit is real, this is not a test
[01:50.90] And what I express worth more than a Lexus
[01:54.18] Serve it like baby food, still hard to digest
[01:57.57] Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest
[02:01.42] Chorus 2X
[02:15.93] {Jeru The Damaja
[02:16.32] Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for food
[02:18.61] So he do what he got to do
[02:21.29] Keep it real, I don't playa hate ya
[02:23.91] God my divine nature,
[02:25.94] Sent at this time to stabilize the structure
[02:29.37] We should all live like wise kings,
[02:31.25] Now sing praise to the gutter
[02:32.72] The blazed double X, concelead like a box cutter
[02:36.12] Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another
[02:39.58] Word, to the mother land, kill the other man
[02:43.00] Lord of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black man
[02:46.80] Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system
[02:50.03] And since there's no more niggas in the ghetto, here I am
[02:53.46] Chorus 4X
[02:57.16] (You got to deal with*instead of hand over)
[03:23.39] Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters...
[03:25.42]
[00:01.05] This goes out to all my young brothers and sisters
[00:05.68] Hold ya head, things ain't always what they seem
[00:08.78] I'm about to give you a dose of reality
[00:10.96] Real deal
[00:12.27] {Jeru The Damaja
[00:13.26] Nowaways, records are played and superstars are made
[00:20.33] Still mothers in the ghetto, rent dont get payed
[00:23.61] As a result, bullets are sprayed and their sons are laid
[00:27.15] It's no myth, in ghetto life, if you don't fight you fade
[00:30.74] Surviving in the streets, not a task for ordinary men
[00:34.19] Growing up in the hood, young black and supahuman
[00:37.85] Caught up in the game of blocks and cops run your block
[00:41.39] Intercourse with witches and hunted by warlocks
[00:44.72] For props, boos-hoot pop, another brother drops
[00:48.08] He barely knew his pops,
[00:49.53] Now his little seed will barely know his pops
[00:51.88] Tunnel vision like a cyclops
[00:53.95] I give you x-ray vision with these supahuman eyedrops
[00:57.43] My niggas in the ghetto, give it everything you got
[01:00.57] 'Cause until we reach the top, can't stop and won't stop
[01:04.07] Chorus 2X:
[01:06.65] Can you feel?
[01:07.56] The presha, the the the presha
[01:08.86] Hand over
[01:09.75] The presha, the the the presha
[01:15.47] {Jeru The Damaja
[01:18.22] Journalists write articles 'cause they can't write rhymes
[01:22.99] Ever since I was a youth I dealt in crime
[01:26.63] Now I'm trying to reach the youth, to preserve what's left
[01:29.75] There's a fork in the road, choose life or death
[01:33.54] There's too much stress, too many bullets for your vest
[01:36.68] Temptress, suck ya best, exotic strains of syphillis
[01:41.23] The rest, rest in the Earth, only the best progress
[01:43.82] It's you who think I see commercial success
[01:47.34] Warning, this shit is real, this is not a test
[01:50.90] And what I express worth more than a Lexus
[01:54.18] Serve it like baby food, still hard to digest
[01:57.57] Long ass niggas is mental slaves, I gotta protest
[02:01.42] Chorus 2X
[02:15.93] {Jeru The Damaja
[02:16.32] Baby in the crib, and dad got no loot for food
[02:18.61] So he do what he got to do
[02:21.29] Keep it real, I don't playa hate ya
[02:23.91] God my divine nature,
[02:25.94] Sent at this time to stabilize the structure
[02:29.37] We should all live like wise kings,
[02:31.25] Now sing praise to the gutter
[02:32.72] The blazed double X, concelead like a box cutter
[02:36.12] Brothers should be teaching, not murdering one another
[02:39.58] Word, to the mother land, kill the other man
[02:43.00] Lord of the concrete jungle, and Tarzan was a black man
[02:46.80] Swingin on vines vibin, been balancin the eco system
[02:50.03] And since there's no more niggas in the ghetto, here I am
[02:53.46] Chorus 4X
[02:57.16] (You got to deal with*instead of hand over)
[03:23.39] Meanwhile, back at Supahuman Klik Headquarters...
[03:25.42]