[Intro – distorted, hostile whisper] Yeah… You don’t survive this. You’re forged by it. ⸻ [Verse 1 – fast, aggressive] The heart is made of iron, nerves stay raw. Came up swingin’ at the law No safety rails, no soft land I learned pain with my own hands. Back against walls that cave inward Still pushing forward, spine splintered Every scar got a lesson carved Every breath feels battle-scarred. They talk about peace, I smell deceit. I trust pressure before belief. If the world wanted to test my will I don’t flinch — I get real still ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – tension builds] No help came, so I evolved No comfort left, survival solved When it snaps, I don’t retreat. I lean in hard and bare my teeth. ⸻ [Chorus – heavy, chantable] PRESSURE BREEDER! BUILT THIS WAY PRESSURE BREEDER! NO ESCAPE PRESSURE BREEDER! CUT FROM STEEL PRESSURE BREEDER! THIS IS REAL ⸻ [Verse 2 – faster, darker] My mind stays sharp like broken teeth. I don’t sleep, I stalk belief. They want light without the burn I learned slowly, I earned my turn. No crown worn, no throne seat Just concrete and bloody feet Every movie costs more than gold That’s the price of being cold If I fall, it’s face-first forward I don’t beg, I don’t bargain Built from nights that split the weak Now my presence cracks the streets. ⸻ [Beat CUT – a cappella] No savior No silence Just instinct ⸻ [Breakdown – screamed / half-time] CUT DEEP STAY MEAN NO HOPE NO CLEAN BUILT WRONG BUILT HARDER PRESSURE MADE A PREDATOR ⸻ [FINAL VERSE Pressure on me. I don’t crack though. Every hit turned into ammo. Came from hell with my lungs full Still swing hard when the grip is dull. No mercy switch, no cooldown I accelerate through breakdowns Every scar etched in my frame That’s the cost when you walk this lane. Mind stays wired, veins on fire The heart beat synced with the barbed wire. No retreat when the lights dim I don’t fold — I sharpen within Pain trained me, stress refined Turned survival into design No soft days, no clean slate I advance when they hesitate. Last lap sprint, chest still loud I don’t bow, I don’t slow down. Final word carved, voice still proud— PRESSURE MADE ME — I’M BUILT NOW. ⸻ [Outro – distorted final hit] You felt the weight That’s the point