Conversations Of A SpeakEasy (Ft Omni) lyrics
CONVERSATIONS FROM A SPEAKEASY (Feat. OMNI)
(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/J. McDonald)
Produced by Suffa for Suffering City Productions
Written and performed by D. Smith, J. McDonald and M. Lambert
Scratches by DJ Debris
Verse 1 Pressure
Lets get introductions aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight busting the mic like,
Lately Ive been hearing nothing but hype,
Pens mightier than your sword? Then youd be fucked in a fight,
From the point of the exact conception Ive had perfection,
And you aint close to Omni even though you may lack direction,
Ive got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure dont need a map for reference Im a man of legends,
Ill 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 its doubtful,
Ill bite off more than I can chew cos I already got a mouthful,
Act like I astound yall, well Im a scoundrel,
With enemies but cliché is a friend of me, Im out yall.
Chorus
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if youre able,
Weve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
Its the universal language of relaxation.
Verse 2 Omni
The heart of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is what makes me keep trying,
My will to survive is like Im stranded on an island,
I keep rhyming; keep climbing till somebody find me,
My citys been behind me since the mid nineties,
Right around the time when it was cool to be grimy,
My DJ used to make the earth spin in reverse,
Put the needle to the dirt, spread the word like you heard it first,
Now its all twisted, somebody told the truth but they missed it,
I put it on my CD but they skipped it,
But thats what happens when you do something different,
Some people can just stay content with the simple shit,
I live my life fast like its my last,
I dont trip off of cash or dwell in the past,
Im bigger than that; Im bigger than rap,
One of the sickest MCs on the map for bringing that back.
Chorus
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if youre able,
Weve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
Its the universal language of relaxation.
Verse 3 Suffa
I heard there aint 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 Im 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 its 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 its on,
Im 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 youre able,
Weve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
Its 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 youre able,
Weve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
Its 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 youre able,
Weve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
Its 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 youre able,
Weve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
Its the universal language of relaxation.
