Stress

Lyrics

[Chorus] Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress [Verse 1: Prince Po] 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 recapture 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 unrevealed remedy I'm spreading like leprosy throughout the record label 'Cause mines put me and Monch career in jeopardy 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 support So I'm aight for the time being, seeing peace but taking no shorts [Chorus] Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress (Crush, kill) Stress [Interlude] Damn, man, it's rainin' Yo, you wanna take the E or Long Island Rail Road? (Let's catch this cab) Let's catch this cab, we'll split it Ten, ten a piece, ten a piece Ten a piece? Fuck it, that's cool Let's catch this one right here, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! (Yo!) Yo! Damn, fuck Yo This one's empty right here (Yo) Yo, yo, yo, money! (Yo, yo, yo, money!) Damn They on that shit (Here go another one right here, here go one right here) Go right here, right here Yo, yo, we goin' to Queens real fast, it's mad rainin' out here (Where?) Yo, we goin' to Queens, yo It's rainin', man! Yo, I, I ain't goin' that way, man, I'm not— I'm just— Come on, what you stop for, then? (Pussy-ass nigga) Yo Prince, don't do that Yo Prince, chill (Yo, chill, chill, man!) Ahh [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] 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 emcees? Why do you choose to listen to R&B? Why must you believe that something is phat Just because it's played on the radio twenty times per day? My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation 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 jogger 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 midtown 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] Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress [Post-Chorus] Crush, stress Crush, stress Crush, stress Crush, kill, destroy, stress Stress [Outro] Kill, destroy, stress Stress Stress Destroy, stress