Music Video
FOF LYRIC-VIDEO BOX! Episode 3: Pr3ssur3 Harris & K.Remedy, “2 Reapers”
Top Songs By K.Remedy
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
K.Remedy
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Pr3ssur3 Harris
Songwriter:in
Kenny Saint-Vil
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Ortiz
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
It's pr3ssur3 & rem
2 reapers we grim
He dark-skin im dark-skin
they thinking we twins
This flow a pot of ox tail and griot
Pr3ssur3 hace frio bout cook up a meal
You Couldn't put swag on skateboard
If you jacked a Maserati coup for the wheels
Booth a melting pot for **** like me
These bars gon hit you like its chromium steel
Scope metal gear, performance be solid
So pay me my profit
Don't want no reports
Provide you with progress
Lyrics I digest, call me your highness
My bitch is the finest
Swagger be timeless
Play with these numbers & letters
Mathematical phonics
Don't choke on the chronic, DAMN
PR3SSUR3 too modest
At least that I'm honest
You know I'm the hottest
He from the floss, I'm from east
2 headed hydra, we be some beast
Spike collar flow, we off the leash
All black attire, say none the least
Say hello to the reaper
Say hello to the reaper
Ya'll stuck in the past, we in the matrix
Ideas are big, ya'll are just basic
Ain't fucking with us, **** just face it
Grab you a seat, cause you witnessing greatness
Hello to the reaper, yea
Say hello to the reaper
It’s that **** Rem
I called up Pressure
Told me it’s gotta be kush
Had it setup
Baggin the rest up
All this feng shui in my dresser
My flow that’s a summer in leather
Stop wit that weak shit
I make that week end
Rumble in the jungle
I’m boxin one, no this ain’t defense
Swim in the deep end
Even I cannot swim
Yo the stroke the deepest
Y’all don’t do cuz talk is cheapest
If it cost a lot then you speechless
Earn my stripes I think I’m Jeter
Don’t get gassed I shake 2 liters
Ain’t know telling what I’m gonna do
Loose cannon
Nah this loose wire feelin untouchable
Moves that I get in uncomfortable
Cuz I know Magic happens out of comfort zone
Bag zip
Put some herb in the air
Two reapers We Grim
Now they thinking we twins, Bitch
She on percs like white privilege
Delta bitch with no sky limit
All this bread the birds right with it
All this hate & love I get it
Shit ain’t sweet you know diabetic
I’m taking flight gotta pack
Run in this bitch I’m a track star
Fuck it we killin em
Poppin a pill you feel limitless
You taking shots better hit
I’m from the floss
He from da east
2 headed hydra
We be some beast
Spike collard flow, We off the leash
All black attire say none the least
Say hello to the reaper
Say hello to the reaper
Ya'll stuck in the past, we in the matrix
Ideas are big, ya'll are just basic
Ain't fucking with us, **** just face it
Grab you a seat, cause you witnessing greatness
Hello to the reaper, yea
Say hello to the reaper
Written by: Kenny Saint-Vil, Pr3ssur3 Harris
