Pressure Makes Me Sharp
v4
@elis morph
Pressure Makes Me Sharp
v4
@elis morph
lyrics
[Intro]
(teeth gritted)
Bite down
Blood on the timeline
Clock still swinging
I don’t cry, I grind
[Verse 1]
Woke up fighting air
Jaw locked, lungs tight
Bills on my back like bricks
Still move, still spike
Scars in my notebook
Stapled to the past I cut
Hungry on an empty plate
Still saying “stack it up”
Missed sleep, lost friends
Yeah, that’s tuition
Paid in pain
For this cold ambition
World want a soft song
I brought a sharpened throat
Pressure on my neck
Turned my spine into a bolt
[Chorus]
Pressure makes me sharp
I don’t fold, I carve
All that weight on my chest
Just built this armor in my heart
No whining in my blood
No pity in my lungs
If it hurts, I run toward it
If it burns, I bite my tongue (ayy!)
Pressure makes me sharp
Grind lines in the dark
I was buried like a secret
Now I’m cutting through the bark
[Verse 2]
I don’t beg for mercy
I just lace my shoes
Every “no” I ever heard
Became fuel I use
Talk tough? Cool
Let the long days check you
Rain on my head for years
Didn’t rust, I grew
Every setback
Is a set, that’s reps
Load that bar
Let it crush my chest
Either break or build
Either sulk or strike
I choose calloused hands
And a stone-cold mind
[Bridge]
(screamed)
I don’t need your handouts
I need heavier chains
I drag ‘em till they snap
Turn that metal into fangs
[Chorus]
Pressure makes me sharp
I don’t fold, I carve
All that weight on my chest
Just built this armor in my heart
No whining in my blood
No pity in my lungs
If it hurts, I run toward it
If it burns, I bite my tongue (yeah!)
Pressure makes me sharp
Grind lines in the dark
I was buried like a secret
Now I’m cutting through the bark (ay!)
Pressure makes me sharp
(teeth gritted)
Bite down
Blood on the timeline
Clock still swinging
I don’t cry, I grind
[Verse 1]
Woke up fighting air
Jaw locked, lungs tight
Bills on my back like bricks
Still move, still spike
Scars in my notebook
Stapled to the past I cut
Hungry on an empty plate
Still saying “stack it up”
Missed sleep, lost friends
Yeah, that’s tuition
Paid in pain
For this cold ambition
World want a soft song
I brought a sharpened throat
Pressure on my neck
Turned my spine into a bolt
[Chorus]
Pressure makes me sharp
I don’t fold, I carve
All that weight on my chest
Just built this armor in my heart
No whining in my blood
No pity in my lungs
If it hurts, I run toward it
If it burns, I bite my tongue (ayy!)
Pressure makes me sharp
Grind lines in the dark
I was buried like a secret
Now I’m cutting through the bark
[Verse 2]
I don’t beg for mercy
I just lace my shoes
Every “no” I ever heard
Became fuel I use
Talk tough? Cool
Let the long days check you
Rain on my head for years
Didn’t rust, I grew
Every setback
Is a set, that’s reps
Load that bar
Let it crush my chest
Either break or build
Either sulk or strike
I choose calloused hands
And a stone-cold mind
[Bridge]
(screamed)
I don’t need your handouts
I need heavier chains
I drag ‘em till they snap
Turn that metal into fangs
[Chorus]
Pressure makes me sharp
I don’t fold, I carve
All that weight on my chest
Just built this armor in my heart
No whining in my blood
No pity in my lungs
If it hurts, I run toward it
If it burns, I bite my tongue (yeah!)
Pressure makes me sharp
Grind lines in the dark
I was buried like a secret
Now I’m cutting through the bark (ay!)
Pressure makes me sharp
音乐风格
rap, Explosive screamo-trap hybrid at 165 BPM: jagged metal guitars chug in sync with a snarling 808, raw acoustic-style drums snapping up front. Verses delivered in rapid-fire, distorted male vocals, alternating between low growls and throat-tearing screams. Chorus widens with gang shouts, octave-doubled leads, and abrupt dropouts that slam back in on key lines. Occasional glitch stutters and feedback swells keep the energy feral and unpolished., screamo, raw
