Pressure Sky

English lyrics

[Intro] [Voice: low male, controlled and dangerous] Hey—ask me who I am. Go on. Ask. [Spoken confident calm classy Introduction] Bull. Redbull. [Bass drops] [Hah!! Hook] Hah!!-huh!!! Hah!!-huh!!!! [Verse 1] You push me back, I push through the gate, I don't ride your track, I set the rate. Look at the crack in the glass—what you see? A face with no brakes and a mouth full of teeth. All that talk is lack, all that doubt is noise, I return with the weight that destroys your poise. You thought I was finished? Say that again. I came through the pressure and sharpened the edge. [Pre-Chorus] Feel that pressure climb, No pause, no mercy line. Hands on the wheel, eyes locked ahead, Every low hit shakes the thread. [Chorus] Woah—woah! Let the speakers roar! Woah—woah! Bring the pressure more! Bass in the chest, steel in the floor, Bull. Redbull. Open the door! Hum—huh! Hum—huh! Run that power till the final cut! [Verse 2] No brain in the boast? Then watch how I act, Cold calculation with a hard impact. Street-smart language, black-glass calm, Engine heat rising beneath my palm. Hard yard, go forward, never reverse, Lose me once and you lose the course. Get on track, take the jet-pack route, Shake that frame till the doubt falls out. Hoy—ha-ha! Let the whole block know, I bring that thunder from the ground below. [Stop-Start Rap] Stop—wait—move! Lock—load—prove! Red on black, chrome on night, Cut through the silence, ignite the bite. Drop—hit—slam! Name—brand—Bam! No small talk, no soft reply, I turn one spark to a pressure sky. Push—pull—snap! Break—bend—clap! Every lane gets marked by force, I take the long road and command the course. [Hum Break] Hum—huh! [left] Hum—huh! [right] Hum—huh! Hum—huh! [Chorus] Woah—woah! Let the speakers roar! Woah—woah! Bring the pressure more! Bass in the chest, steel in the floor, Bull. Redbull. Open the door! Hum—huh! Hum—huh! Run that power till the final cut! [Bridge Rap] Easy-beasy? Maybe—zádi chizi! Words get twisted but the will stays busy. Luxury leather, dark tint, hard stare, Pressure in the cabin, thunder in the air. Not here to ask for a seat at the table, I build my own road when the road ain't stable. Call me reckless? Call me loud? I turn the silence into a crowd. [Final Drive] Yeah, that's right—I am the track. No retreat and no looking back. Woah—woah! Let the speakers roar! Woah—woah! Give me more, more, more! Bull. Redbull. Say it clear! Pressure rising—bring it here! Hum—huh! Hum—huh! One last hit and the world goes— [Hard Stop]