They don't know about pressure They don't feel it like we do
Well, it's Iman Fatou Mansa And Iman Daddy Tipa
And we are Chopper Microphone Well, us two blond brothers
Cause we were born in the ghetto Us two sufferers
But with my mother and my father My sister and brother
Well, I live in Birmingham And I'm a Londoner
But this is how we get together Some of them are wanderers
By coach, by train Or even by cab
Rich man catch plane And they take a helicopter
Cause they don't know about pressure