Letras:
Pressure Drop Raise Up

You gotta move on Raise yourself up now You gotta stand strong Raise your head up high You must respect yourself Raise you spirit high You gotta move

up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner [Chorus] I was raised in the city, shitty

give up, although I'm hopeless, I think my mind's gone All I can do is get my grind on, death around the corner Chorus I was raised in the city, shitty

conjure up and see If we get angels pinnin my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus He done creeping deep puttin those to sleep till I raise up on my enemies

When Christ is the gain So raise your torches up high Tonight we fight for our King Yeah, ready to die, notorious for our martyrs man We die daily and wake up

're 18, happy birthday Irene Quit school you had to drop out to raise your little child Doesn't seem to be anyone around You got to reach up to touch

tail spin just point at me and ill begin where the twirl ends its difficult to open up, wounds that never shut and watch it bleed while these rap critics eat it up

The [unverified] is pickup all the lyrics on the dance floor To raise your spirit level 'cause it demands more Attitude is cool degrees below zero Up

ain't wind up to be dumber nigga, only to be different So all the shit that you think we are, the shit that we isn't When you raised up, where I come