Under Pressure - Ricky Fitz, Vanderslice, The Flying Dutchmen

They’re going on my mind forever

Even when I think I’d never

Get to where I’m going 'cause I

Think it’s a gonna be sweet

This ain’t a game that I’m fightin'

I tell myself just for tryin'

And if you try to stop me, well I’m

Never gonna be free

Tryna stop me’s illogical, the rhyme style’s phenomenal

He write philosophical, this life’s a long obstacle

Right when you move a few steps, they try stoppin' you

Blockin' you, pop at you, whatever’s fucking possible

My man was confused with life, was snatching pocketbooks

To get high, crushing pills, was feeling unstoppable

Until he overdosed, almost died, was in the hospital

On life support, machines breathing for him in constant view

He lived but kept the habit, sniffed and was rollin' Ls

Overdosed again then he died in his holdin' cell

His moms got him tatted on her hand, life’s cold as hell

I cried when I heard that he died, it hit my soul myself

And me, you see whatever your choice is

But the music that I make, you understand that there’s choices

And I’m only one out of a million voices

For me, I’m making sense and the rest are making noises

They’re going on my mind forever

Even when I think I’d never

Get to where I’m going 'cause I

Think it’s a gonna be sweet

This ain’t a game that I’m fightin'

I tell myself just for tryin'

And if you try to stop me, well I’m

Never gonna be free

Jail stories, six by nine, locked down

Celly tripping, strongly advised, I’m piped down

Calm down, motherfucker, punch a hole through your face

On some Demon Knight shit, I can’t afford the case

So I sat back, take a deep breath, threw my brain on ease

The gate popped, feel that day room breeze?

Yo, ox stay running MCs, spades I made

Like ten packs plus the grub I ate last week

Shit is real, native said he threw a man on the books

Family cool, guess they still ride for the boy

Ricky Fitz stay locked by the law, just wanna be free

Yo, how you play your son?

Peep that PX, sheriff

Yo, my MO, burglary, PX, you heard of me

I’m known to snatch safes, when you see me, don’t say a word to me

Silence when Rick’s in the booth, spitting that third degree

Touchdown, Sci home now, yo, God, it’s time to eat

They’re going on my mind forever

Even when I think I’d never

Get to where I’m going 'cause I

Think it’s a gonna be sweet

This ain’t a game that I’m fightin'

I tell myself just for tryin'

And if you try to stop me, well I’m

Never gonna be free

Pressure cooker, the good looker for looking good, look

Shook, you took and we take niggas for looking good

Look like it’s going good in your hood, we poppin' up

Stalking on you wild, these pockets is guapin' up

Who’s cockin' the Glock and mastered the stockin' and poppin' what?

Orville Redenbacher, you’re knockin', pockets is kinda tough

Mines is kinda hurt, gotta find work, grind berserk

Tick tock up on the clock upon the block, slide on work

I’m on some nine to five, five to nine, ten to six penny flip

While shorty at the crib flippin' heavy shit

Nodding off in class from long nights in the lab

A strong slice to the pad got my pen leaking fluid

Staff across the page like sheet music, G clef

Modern street, new shit, 4/4 time signature

Vanderslice, swift beat kick, rhyme prime minister

Standing mic, rip, type sick, my mind sinister

They’re going on my mind forever

Even when I think I’d never

Get to where I’m going 'cause I

Think it’s a gonna be sweet

This ain’t a game that I’m fightin'

I tell myself just for tryin'

And if you try to stop me, well I’m

Never gonna be free