yes I'm no good, Let me tell you no good, girl I'm no good, I'm no good for nothing Pressure Verse 1 Problematic child from a god abandoned isle, Where Hip Hop is like a convict on a standing trial, Dropping havoc I'll rock the planet wild, Till they shoot me in a movie Hong Kong combatant style, Plastic rapping and disposable culture, Poet or solider, falter and get thrown to the vultures, We wear our scars like a badge of honour sewn in the shoulder, Cross the unknown, rock alone like the coast of Gibraltar, Looking over my shoulder, radio and payola, Keep us alien on air like being flown by Travolta, Flow with a vocal assault of the microphone and controller, Harder to handle than a loaded revolver coated with sulphur, You in a house made of glass throwing a boulder, But never see the light of day car like car motors on solar, Going for broke don't mean you're going broke for the culture, We'd hang ourselves given rope and pergola Chorus I'm no good; yes I'm no good, Let me tell you no good, girl I'm no good, I'm no good for nothing, And I might be no good but when I seize the mic, I can spit it like, like, I'm no good; yes I'm no good, Let me tell you no good, girl I'm no good, I'm no good for nothing, And I might be no good but when I seize the mic, I