PRESSURE COOKER (EXPLICIT)
Dark boom bap blues rap, 93 BPM, hard dusty drums, gritty snare, distorted upright bass, aggressive blues guitar riffs, minimal piano, raw underground mix, slight tape saturation, heavy low-end punch, 3 minutes 50 seconds.
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Lyrics
Intro
Yeah. This the pressure room.
Verse 1
Kitchen table deals, plastic wrap snap
I seen powder turn a real one to a rat
White dust promises quick stacks
But it tax your soul, can’t get that back
I ain’t preachin’, I just witnessed it close
Seen noses bleed at afterparties and shows
Seen egos explode, friendships froze
All over a line they supposed to control
Hook
Roll One & Chill, that’s discipline
Leaf burn slow, no synthetic sin
Gelato Glow Records don’t fold for trends
We build long money, not weekend spins
Verse 2
Yeah I smoke heavy, I ain’t innocent
But I don’t touch shit that make hearts skip
Seen boys twitch, seen lips drip
Seen careers sink from one small sniff
Industry full of quiet addicts
Smiles wide but their habits tragic
Public image clean and polished plastic
Backstage chaos, manic, frantic
Bridge
Guitar scream through amplifier hum
Drum break hit like loaded gun
Pressure cooker where I’m from
Either you crack or you become
Verse 3
I became methodical with my vice
Measured inhale, calculated twice
Seen too many roll snake eyes
For a rush that disappear in a blink of light
Gelato Glow Sessions, underground proof
No fake booth
No watered truth
Just raw youth
Outro
Pressure cooker still hiss
But I learned balance in this
Leaf over abyss
And I persist