The Pressure Is On (Showdown) [feat. Annex, Spoken Nerd & Max One]

...Not the real Will Smith

He's a character

It all began in the West, now I live in the East

I'll seal the sun to my chest 'til the day that I'm deceased

Each one, teach one, prepare for the feast

Got my gun and a vest and last rites from a priest

That'll be the day, that'll be the day I die

The pressure is on, to say those last goodbyes

'Cause you and I, fool, we got the same destination

But our use of the tools affects its consummation

Gotta get off the couch and get my life movin'

Not a Grinch or a grouch, that's a lifetime of losin'

Grim Reaper is a creep who all got an appointment

To lay back, become sleepers and swallow the ointment

'Til that final day, I'll be holding nothing back

All the way to the front, all the way to the attack

I might make a mess but go home and get clean

Never acquiesce until I turn in my lean

Throw your hands to the sky, when you ask why

Every man's born as one and as one he dies

Into the wind, and then you're gone

The pressure is on, the pressure is on

All this time you would've questioned my allegiance

Like leaving indecent legions in need of a seedling

You are the anti-hero, equipped with low ceilings

That leave us both feeling under pressure with no breathing

We keep dreaming, but we up against sleep demons

Who keep creeping, the lone gunman with a piece pleading

My teeth steep in these feet that feed treason

I seek for deep reason, my Jesus piece gleaming

I'll leave my people peeping the salt of the earth seasoning

With feeble attempts weakened, we need to feed the healing

We need to keep meeting 'cause love is like a rod that I'm reeling

Somebody sloppily leaving, pop rock and Doppler's sweet and

I spend a lot of these evenings, some sort of lottery dealing

Where they charge me for being, an antithesis of appeasement

But I'm not trying to please them, or seize them

Throw your hands to the sky, when you ask why

Every man's born as one and as one he dies

Into the wind, and then you're gone

The pressure is on, the pressure is on

First day of school I played it cool, friends I made a few

Hated a couple people too but I can't stay in a bubble, true

So I avoided cliques like a dolphin in a stew (blame it)

Witnessing the birth, of my first child

In awe of my wife and this tiny girl's smile (blame it)

Four more babies, still, no more ladies

Standing firm in my convictions, you're such a good Christian

First child is with child, man, this is wild

Just a few hours back, I saw her first smile

Now she's out there in the dark world to

Prepare for the coming miles (blame it)

Being proud that I never cheated on her's

Like being proud that I never beat her

Really? Those are my accomplishments? Sounds like basic common sense

Instead I regret the time spent, traveling all over

Should've been finding time to hold her

Comfort her and rub her head (blame it)

A widower, alone, hurt, grown and insecure

Never more unsure, wondering why she had to go

Didn't she know that all my time away

Would be made up for, once we'd gone gray

And bald, wearing Depends, wrinkly, thin, etcetera

Throw your hands to the sky, when you ask why

Every man's born as one and as one he dies

Into the wind, and then you're gone

The pressure is on, the pressure is on

Throw your hands to the sky, when you ask why

Every man's born as one and as one he dies

Into the wind, and then you're gone

The pressure is on, the pressure is on