Stress (Letra)

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You think your head’s achin’, I’m not finished yet
I won’t be mistaken, how soon you forget
Take back what you said and I’ll spare you pain
then you can spare me all your fuckin’ lies
I can’t wait to get away
I ask you twenty more times,
Don’t you hear a thing?
Your testing my patience again,
Careful for your sake
Take a walk with me there, and I’ll show you pain
But who said you can open up your mouth
I can’t wait to get away
Thoughts are pissed away
And for a minute I couldn’t swallow
Thoughts are pissed away
And for a minute I couldn’t swallow
If you think that I’m the one who’ll be here
Come tomorrow think again
In time I’ll be here, Not waiting for you anymore
I love you anyway, is it so rare that I’ve been
Sleeping with the dead

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Stress (Letra)

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You think your head’s achin’, I’m not finished yet
I won’t be mistaken, how soon you forget
Take back what you said and I’ll spare you pain
then you can spare me all your fuckin’ lies
I can’t wait to get away
I ask you twenty more times,
Don’t you hear a thing?
Your testing my patience again,
Careful for your sake
Take a walk with me there, and I’ll show you pain
But who said you can open up your mouth
I can’t wait to get away
Thoughts are pissed away
And for a minute I couldn’t swallow
Thoughts are pissed away
And for a minute I couldn’t swallow
If you think that I’m the one who’ll be here
Come tomorrow think again
In time I’ll be here, Not waiting for you anymore
I love you anyway, is it so rare that I’ve been
Sleeping with the dead

Stress (Letra)

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Chorus: repeat 4x

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Verse one: prince poetry

Pain, stress
My brain, can’t even rest
It’s hard to maintain the pressure on my chest
Excess frustration strikes!
Blood rushes my head when i come across roads
With dead mics and wack promoted shows it’s hard
But with the presence of god
I’m true to the game
So i’m back black, to take charge, and recap-ture
The time, wish it could never be wack — i’m pure
I insert my lifeline into the track, the energy
In me is a poison with no un-revealed remedy
I’m spreading, like leprosy, throughout the record label
Cause mines put me and monch’s career in jeapordy
Can you come see me in the ghetto where it’s dark
Bullets are real lost peeps lurks in the heart
Lord knows it hurts, we kick the hertz to the curb
Execute first things first, and put blunted minds to work
My herd’s tight and my fans supports
So i’m a-ight, for the time being seeing peace
But taking no shorts (no shorts)

Chorus

(album version includes a short "taxi cab" skit here)

Verse two: pharoahe monch

Rarrrrrgh!
You will now consider me the apocalyptic one
After this rhyme, henceforth, there is none
No more will exist, when i emerge
From the mist in whence i was born into, scorned
Most of you can’t even comprehend what i am saying
To you even in my human form the message i’m relaying
Why do you choose to mimic these wack mc’s?
Why do you choose to listen to r&b?
Why must you believe somethin is fat
Just because it’s played on the radio, 20 times per day?
My perception of poetical injection is ejactulation
The immaculate conception
The hall walker, who stalks bodies in central park
Soon emergency services’ll outline that body in chalk
Then i begin to walk away and spit
Then when i walk away i talk shit!
Huh, a driver sprayed my face with mace
She didn’t know that i enjoyed the taste of radioactive waste
When i’m in the backseat of your mid-town taxi
Don’t even ask me for the cash g
The four cabs before didn’t pick me up
Now ask yourself who the fuck’s gonna stick me up

Chorus

Stress (Letra)

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[talking]
Hey nigga
This is our last time bonita
After this, we out
I’m tellin you
We die together
An eye for an eye (in italian)
A tooth for a tooth (in italian)
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
All my niggas
Feel me

[verse 1]
I can’t rest
So much stress to live illegal
My uncle on death row
Waiting to get the needle
Holla if you hear me, people
This dope game is evil
A bloody river runnin through the ghetto
That new born baby
In the dumpster
She been dead for a week
While the dope fiend momma
Gettin high on the street
Gettin beat by police
Still prayin for peace
Niggas playin for keeps
Yellow tape and white sheets
And time is going by so slowy
I plead insanity
My family my homies
Sick of swallowing rocks
To avoid them cops on the block
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about death
When will it stop
Either you punch the clock
Or you open up shop

Chorus

Everyday i’m livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (i don’t wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest

Everyday i’m livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (please don’t let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest

Everyday i’m livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (i don’t wanna die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest

Everyday i’m livin with stress
So i smoke the cess (please don’t let me die in the ghetto)
To the get the pain of my chest

[verse 2]
Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
Over respect
Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
Look in his eyes
He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
But life goes on for niggas
Throwin up they set
In terror
In the ghetto when this shit ain’t stoppin
Niggas run in your crib
And make references to why your momma
Washin fiends
Never with a fly
Chasin a high
And gettin aids from a bitch
Ain’t no way to die
And everyday i’m seeing signs
Of the end of the world
My nigga bobby killed himself and his lady
In front of his baby girl
Feds, watch a nigga
Tryin to make the bus
But niggas stay strapped
And gats, we trust (c’mon)

Chorus

[verse 3]
Bill clinton in the white house
Fucking hoes
Innocent kids gettin shot on my block
Casket closed
Hear the niggas in the cell blocks
Screaming for freedom
Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress
Cause they need them
Remember jj got shot
In a high speed chase
Busted in the back
Through the license plate
My reality is fatality
I verbalize pain before i be another casualty
Infared beam on the glock
Just aim and pop
You see me for a split second
And your dead and got
I try to tell these young kids
Go to school
They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
They don’t hear me though

[talking]
Yeah man
It’s sad you know
We ain’t got no jump shot
Can’t play football
We ain’t got no money for college
But i see these niggas on the block
Rolling with their fancy cars
Fancy gold
Fancy hoes
Nigga, i’ma get it how i live
You know
I’ma y’all young niggas some advice
Don’t get greedy nigga
Get what you came for
To many niggas dying
Trying to prove something to another nigga
Be true to yourself
True to what you know nigga
Stay true to the gizzame