Muxibosh - Pressure Original Mix

Everyone descending on a structural frame
Turning all the friction to an internal flame
Not a question
Wait not a reason to yield
Standing like
I'm on a lift without knowing
I don't flex for the strain
Carry in the atmosphere without a word of pain
I don't move rad keep the door lock
Deepening every boundary that the discipline keep
Cut off the atmosphere compress
Turning every single trial in pure success
Hard stay steady while the soft flow
Rooted in the center with the pressure to go
If they ask flourish from the atmosphere expand
I'm slow with disabilities
Pressure in his hands pressure hey
Hey, hey
Heavy load descending on the structural frame
Pressure on the system, but
I play no emotional game
Voices predict failure on a superficial grade
I just absorb the impact like the whole code
Get alone in the chamber like inside the frame
Mastering endurance, elevating my own name
No fake tension
No need to pretend
I'm broke from beginning to the end
I don't speak loud
I just let it down for holding position in the middle of a storm
Distance from distraction
I'm seeing it clear
Focused on the standing yet the break was near
No rushing on my
No time to delay
Every move as
I pick my own way
If they ask what the pain never f my resolve till i
S stillness as the turbulence dissolve
Every descending on the structural frame
Not a monument that we witness sparks in the dark yeah
We illuminate the road
Carrying the weight of a heavy sacred loss
In a solid end guarding everybody that the discipline keep
No fake steps
Drove to the drive keeping all the harmony and fortitude alive
I don't move loud
I just hold to the floor
I locking every single beat grounded in the elevated space
Leaving an indelible mark in space
They ask how i
When the ceiling fell low till pressure in the life forever blow
Brush your bra heat heat
Everyone descending on a structural frame
Turning all the friction to an internal flame
Not a question, not a reason to yield
Standing like a monolith without knowing
I don't flex for the strain
Carry in the atmosphere without a word of pain
I don't move rad keep the core out deep
Guarding every battle be the discipline keep
Cut off the end of the atmosphere compress
Turning every single trial in the pure success
Heart stays steady while the soft fold
Rooted in the center with the bush made of gold
If they ask, I will rubbish from the atmospheric space still
I'm sto
Pressure in his hands pressure pressure
Every load descending on the structural frame
Pressure on the system, but
I play no emotional game
Voices predict failure on a superficial grid
I just absorb the impact like the old code did
Alone in the chamber like a soccer frame
Mastering endurance elevating my own name
No fake tension
No need to pretend
I'm broke posture from beginning to the end
I don't speak loud
For holding position in the middle of the storm
Distance from distraction
I'm seeing it clear
Focused on the standard yet the breakthrough is near
No rushing motion
No time to delay
Every bit as
I pick my own way
If they ask why the weight never folk
Stillness as the turbulence dissolve pressure
There we go
Descending on the structural frame
A monument that wings cannot claim
Sparks in the dark
Yeah, they illuminate the rope
Carrying the weight of a heavy sacred low
Still in the solid deep guarding everybody with the discipline keep
No fake steps strictly drove to the drive
Keeping all the harmony and fortitude alive
I don't move loud
I just hold to the floor
Unlocking every single door grounded in the elevated space
Leaving an indelible mark in space
They ask them when the ceiling fell low
Till pressure in the life forever blow
Brush honey heat heat heat
Hey, Heat