Verse 1"“ Pressure
Let's get introductions aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight busting the mic like,
Lately I've been hearing nothing but hype,
Pen's mightier than your sword? Then you'd be fucked in a fight,
From the point of the exact conception I've had perfection,
And you aint close to Omni even though you may lack direction,
I've got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure don't need a map for reference I'm a man of legends,
I'll last forever like bad impressions,
Like the first night you cursed in adolescence,
The way I slam a sentence can panic veterans,
Some things are better left unsaid like anything that I have to mention,
My loud mouths my downfall it's doubtful,
I'll bite off more than I can chew cos I already got a mouthful,
Act like I astound yall, well I'm a scoundrel,
With enemies but cliché is a friend of me, I'm out yall.
*mixing*
Chorus
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation.
Verse 2 - Okwerdz
The seas are combining, to breed an alliance,
It's not Omni it's Okweez on the rhyming,
Y'all need to be supporting these cats with a passion,
Instead of beefing about what accent they rap with,
As if it aint tough enough to come up with a record,
Just ask the hoods you really could suffer from the pressure,
You get it? It's hard let me tell you, mad at this era,
I wish fans in America were as hungry as they are in Australia,
I got the heart I won't fail you,
I got stuff for the broads, in the bars, and something raw for the fellas,
Just recline back, just get chill with your style,
Ayo and why's that? Cos I'm sick of yelling so loud,
But I'm the hungriest alive kid the dude wont wait,
So turn your head for a sec and you might lose your plate,
So when Stockton meets Adelaide,
Fuck it; just bring the platinum plaques this way, okay?
Chorus
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation.
Verse 3 "“ Suffa
I heard there ain't no party like an open bar,
We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart,
Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar,
So bizarre, roll thick like smokers tar,
Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar,
And if I aint getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car,
Tell me who you know this far,
Gone, on till the moments"¦
Gone, on till the break of this governments back,
And it's on till my mates are all loving the tracks,
No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks,
And no guns, just trying to get us up on the map,
Bust, Suffa on wax, trust it's on,
I'm trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for porn,
Born in a small town, die with a big mouth,
Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the kids south.
Chorus
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, or just go put on a kangol,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation.