, feel my eyes and rip them from my face Got the whole plan think I'm goin' more insane As I feel it comin' back again Pressure point is building higher
Käännös: Enkeli. Hermopiste.
Käännös: Angel (Metal). Hermopiste.
bring, should blame the game, and I could It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain? And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thing To the pressure
volumes) Getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli Pinnin' my pistol steady ready Buck them flames aim for the pressure point And a point where
coast rhyme riders The original west coast rhyme riders [Mad Child] It's really just elementary ugh! The turn of the century Focal point, with forced
out of the atmosphere Don't look back why, cause we're almost there Just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure Now we searching for the mental
'll be your pressure suit It's alright, it's alright I'll be your four leaf clover, I'll be your pressure suit I'll be your angel wings, I'll be your
"Pressure Points" Mixed by Andy Latimer and Haydn Bendall. Assistant Engineers: Nico Bolas, Richard Bosworth. Recorded at Riverside Studios, England. Mixed in Los Angeles
is on our side? One thing that ain't is time They're just waiting for their movement, can't you see their guns are loaded? And pointing at our lives,
I prepare for war inside my head I close my eyes and reach the point Where everything is meaningless You strike on my nerves You have dragged me down
keep an extra clip They will never know - what this stress is like And why I'm on point, ready to fight They will never know - all the pressure and pain
How should I attack this? Me the cool cat like Ratcliff For all the MC's who act as if I won't flip them on a cactus Point me towards the mattress I
swallowin bullets [Chorus: One Ton and Twiztid] [Twiztid:] I'm sitting at cemeteries holding it down Watchin the rain drops with my reflection hittin the ground I see an angel pointing
tombstones (sellin volumes) getting in costumes now I'm rolling with Makaveli pinnin my pistol steady ready Buck them flames aim for the pressure point And a point
ll be your pressure suit It's alright, It's alright I'll be your four leaf clover I'll be your pressure suit I'll be your angel wings I'll be your
misses, tappin that ass vicious Squeeze time, a pressure ya muthafuckas couldn't measure The dead body severed, fingers are dismembered Hair foliculs, point
