Stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stressPain, 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 roadsWith 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 pureI 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 jeopardyCan 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 alright, for the time being seeing peace but taking no shorts

(No shorts)Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stressRargh, 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, scornedMost 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, twenty times per day?

My perception of poetical injection is ejaculation

The Immaculate ConceptionThe 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 shitHuh, 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 upCrush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stress

Crush, kill, destroy, stress