Pressed

[Intro]

(Get things straight once and for all)

[Verse 1: Slug]

It goes truth to power to responsibility

Mama tryin' to put the whole litter out their misery

If you can feel me, lick shots at the ceilin'

Until the 'bots come back from the future to try killin' me

Nah dude, I'm just sayin' it's true

And you namin' me and blamin' me for hatin' on you

Pssh, I got way better things to do

Never forget this is America, banks rob you

Raise your hands up and pay that ransom

We made this anthem over breaks that Ant brung

You caught a bad one and bought you a handgun

Moved to Montana, now you rockin' a man bun

And I ain't even tryin' to clown it or clone it

It fits your persona, it's sick, you should own it

No bones to pick and no stones to kick

Just thе leftover microphones blown to bits

[Verse 2: Anwar HighSign]

I dеcided to scribe this today

Eight times outta ten

It's suicide inside of my mind

Image of lyin' to side with one eye showin'

Close it, it won't blink, still open

All the emotion I felt for it, I poured in the felt and fell forward

Even if it felt foreign

I thought that I would be scored historically

As one of the best doin' it, now I'm not pressed for it

Shed tear for it, I sweat for it

Cut up until my flesh porous

A mesh, I bled for it, a mess for it

I lost homies yet

You don't wanna flow toe to toe, that's a death warrant

I been definitely outta your depth, I etch torrents

'Specially my delivery, I was dep on it

Just keep the shit, I got nothin' left for it

I'm heavy while you rubberneck me like a fuckin' tourist

[Verse 3: BlackLiq]

I been in this for life, you just cheat on your wife

I'm the type to a take a chance, you just take the advice

You been window shoppin' this, I been payin' the price

They call me BlackLiq, and listen, you can love it and like

Only time I ever stop is when I'm takin' a pee

You take an L, I get a fee, you been spittin' for free

I'm the type to build a lock, you just askin' for keys

I go online and look at you while you lookin' at me

I'm what it's like to see the thing that you'll never be

Do the thing you'll only dream since you choosin' the sleep

I'm up and performing, my presence is global

Warning a warning that's so abnormal

It's normal to keep ignoring I'm hot

Matter fact, I'm the reason you're heated

And if you can't stand me, we got tickets for seating

They wanna play for a quarter, but I'm here for the season

So if you wanna stop losing, stop competing

[Verse 4: Sa-Roc]

Picture me impressed by an IG flex

Roc'll strongarm the mic and exercise these pecs

With breath control ironclad like a knight getting dressed

I'll pull a biting rapper's card and call it ID check

See, I don't chase clout, but I'm still a track star

Shine on every beat like a black eye 'til I leave that charred

You gon' need your shade to keep you warm when I go flash, bwoy

They lapping up these DC origin stories like it's NASCAR

They want me to cool down, they say I'm too fired up

Been having some episodes since they lit the pilot

Y'all gon' get this clenched fist raised a half a mile up

'Til Breonna's killers in a penitentiary lineup

Said I gotta show some skin, keep 'em interested

But I bare it all in every stanza, every measure drastic

Work them fingers to the bone 'til the digits fractured

To show the difference 'tween the real ones and the manufactured, Roc

[Verse 5: Haphduzn]

Haph the magi who moves matter like Black lives

Same energy for the enemies of my allies

Have nots, underrepresented, disenfranchised

Past due, we ain't through with you by a damn site

High caliber, diaspora time traveler

Pen with more torque than a Wildcat Challenger

Vice chancellor, fine manicured mic handler

All in my bag after the Benjamins like Banneker

No biz like showbiz until COVID

Opiates stole our hero and left no Prince

All this drama makes it hard to stay focused

It's still fuck 12, 45th, and his four kids

True believer since DMC rocked them loose Adidas

Sprinkle voodoo when in the stu' like a brujeria

Lucid dreamer, grew up pissing off the music teacher

Guess I won at life, wife looking like the new Aaliyah

[Verse 6: Lateef the Truthspeaker]

Making a million exploiting your fellow citizen really isn't the same as giving people medicine

Regardless of feelings, imperialism will only benefit a few, the rest are on the receiving end

So when you witness this loveliness that we're hustling, just know that it isn't an ad or photo op for Benetton

It's a solution in action, independence

Longevity prioritized over everything

Let's start assembling people with some togetherness

Let's hold a rally and introduce them to special guests

The master of ceremonies in effect

And when it comes to mics, he's a specialist

Terrorist from the West, blessed with the weapons in the flesh

Bombs he's constructed with the alphabet

I suggest listening to lessons that address the proper progressive thoughts that'll have you pressed