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They are renowned for their live shows having toured extensively both in Australia and overseas, including playing gigs at music festivals such as T in the Park, Oxegen, the Big Day Out, Adelaide 500, Southbound, The Great Escape, Splendour in the Grass, Bassinthegrass, Groovin' The Moo, Falls Festival, Pyramid Rock Festival,Rollercoaster and Make Poverty History.
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[Chorus:]
(Suffa with Pressure)
I got
Hundreds of people asking me, getting pissed with me
And dissin me
Literally blasting me, asking me
When the Hoods' new album's gonna drop
And where it is, well here it is
Man I got
The mic in front of me, peeps to the back of me
Pressure to the right of me
And soul inside of me
I got a variety of rhymes (I rock the spot)
I got notoriety of rhymes (talk about what I got)
[Verse 1: Pressure and Suffa]
A sense of pride so lets just ride off my anguish
Have the sense to slide and coinside with my language
I got microphones and my piece of mind
Despite my closure, get a piece of mind off my problem piece of rhymes
I got my own view, my own reflection in the mirror
I got enough noise to make micky loud, I scream I hear ya
I got plenty of mates (and I've got plenty of enemies)
And I've got plenty of hate (for the many bad memories)
I got energy thats translated into speech
When I'm (packing beats, beats, beats)
The beats on my acca make the world go round
And then I put it on my (rollin, rollin, rollin)
Roll the sequencer, two seqencer
Track format
And mate I gotta speak with yer
I got problems with my wage try'na make ends meat
I guess it's either getting paid or respect on the street
I got envy and jealousy, you're planning on telling me
To drop a new LP because the melody's remedy
I got my own shadow that
Follows me in footsteps
I've had enough people worrying about the props that the Hoods' get
So why not, worry about what you've got
Cos I got, enough of that old fly rock
To make your girlfriends thighs rock
Check what I got
Her own hands between her legs
Had a tap like a keg while you were drinking the dregs
Just pull the styles fine, told her to lick her fingers
Answer up the bass line, hook from Charlie Mingers
And lingers in the track makes you believe in God when
Suffa's so fat I guess I got a weight problem
I got a squadron of b-boys ready to break em' off
I break em' off then and then, from a cut of me costing
I got you at a loss when you give it up for charity
Got clarity, I spose I get exposure like a gallery
I got a four door car and a three room home
I got weekly repayments on a two grand loan
I got one life to live and no second chances
And mates that are writers and ryhmers of break dancers
Clothes on my back and friends that I trust
I got flows that are phat and a heart full of lust
I got a sense of pride, I got agility and speed
Emence ability, man I got everything I need
I got three Hoods, the closeness for three times the dopeness
See even if the nature cant get the situation is still hopeless
I got my notice from non-composers, from their posters
I suppose, so once I come the dopest
(And you notice)
I got a mic thats my companion
My hood labels me champion
Where here to get your publishes with you, we're undermanned
I live a life thats demandive but still got positivity
I got to explore each and every posibility
Hip Hop is feeling me its going straight to my head
(Like those seizures when I rap I'm taking grape juice and Sudafed)
If you can get brews then I got ryhmes
I got a cavalcade of battle rage to I got mine so
(Get thrust, cause other MC's can't deal with us)
I feel a must to get what I haven't got, a stagnent rock is
Filling my ears and getting more play than Clatterol
(I got a sense of direction and a compass
Drive past MC's with no compassion, though I heard the scream sounds)
i once knew this man who was cursed from birth,
destined to stagger through his life just to earn his worth.
In one turn of the earth this story takes its place
upon the summer shores of nowhere, the place that he makes.
His home he returns alone from a long day,
having lost his job and soon his house and fiance.
The wrong way to turn was the path that he took.
He pissed his savings up the wall and on the grass he was hooked.
The path that he took, for granted, had messed with his sight,
see he missed the finer points such as lessons in life.
It was his wed-to-be wife that brought the cool in his heart
and by the time the Autumn came,
things were falling apart,
things were falling apart,
things were falling apart,
things were falling apart.
So nows hes standing in the Doll queue,
this girl with the face of an angel
sees hes looking down
but she has a way to sustain all.
It comes in a powdered format
and its good for healing scars
but healing scars comes at the cost
of robbing till's and steeling cars.
Feeling far from from obliged
he follows her lead, down a beaten path
to where the homeless wallow you see,
swallows his need for pride he cant hold his thin weight
so finds himself in a church to control his intake.
Being judged by this father for trying to pave his way,
he looks him in the eyes and asks hows your faith these days?
ill strive for betterment, he replies in tones with sentiment,
but i lost all faith in this god that i once saw heaven sent.
He never meant to destroy all the things that he came across.
Its the sour taste of defeat on the street,
now all aim is lost, the pain the cost,
for his mistakes but never even really a sinner
.HUH.Its gonna be a long winter,
Its gonna be a long winter,
Its gonna be a long winter
His frail body shudders as the winter wind passes through him.
Thinking of all the people in his past that knew him.
The shaft has screwed him.
His heart is brewin for knowing what he must do
is seek shelter and aid from the love he once knew.
One last shot of courage hits him and his eyes are blood red.
Inside he sees a man living the life he once led.
Forfeits in to the anger and torture within.
He decides to pay back mankind for her sins.
Jumps in his stolen car, grabs a needle from the glove box,
decided that he never really knew what love was.
He kicks in the front door to catch them having sex,
slams him to the floor and stabs her in the neck.
She kicks and she screams so he beats her till shes slack-mouthed
not realising what he's done he stands dumbfounded, smacked out.
Blacks out. Awakens in a holding cell knowing he cant see hope
tommorow is spring...
Time for regrowth,
Time for regrowth,
Time for regrowth
So with the first light of spring an officer removes his chains,
his mood is pained as he enters the world his vision true again.
Takes a step and says in a defiant statement
"anything lost can be found again except for time wasted."
He's right on chasing on a path to heal himself,
kicks the habit befor he kills himself and feels his health
returning to mentally, physical. His intention.
Though a struggle when prevention is visible.
Redemption isnt all its cracked up to be
he decides as he drinks to smack it up a key.
On the brink of life or loss,
not knowing what he's holding so before he fucks it up again
somebody should have told him.
No matter your status factors we're human humble,
no matter the foundation all solid things can crumble,
no matter the strength or length up to sustain it,
it never stays the same thats simply what the seasons change.
No matter your status factors we're human humble,
no matter the foundation all solid things can crumble,
no matter the strength or length up to sustain it,
[Verse 1: Suffa]
Look. ten stories below if you ever try findin me
I'm the one with rhymes so high tech I write in binary
So if you dont understand at all, thats understandable
The vibe is intangible, the rhyme is like an animal
A beast through the night, he likes to feast in the light
He gives no peace on the mind, with the beats that you like
I'm servin bowls of soul, in the form of a lyric, you know me
I'm the difference between soul and spirit
Everybody freeze
Just hold and hear it, feel the cold and fear it
If you're bold come near it man, feel it
I put soul into mic control, like jazz artists put soul into rock and roll
You gots to roll with us or else you're against us
My flow to me's like poetry just less pretentious
Weak MC's befriend us, are just as bad as each other
Never be phatter than Suffa so why not battle each other?
And just leave me alone like a hermit in a cabin
The vibe is a love reverberating like a hammon light
Thats right we got vibe, its never won, its heaven sent
So Hilltop Hoods represent represent
Evidently, when we
Represent a weakness is never ever evident
I represent the kids from the side of the street, never silencing me
And the feelin thats inside of this beat
[Chorus: Suffa]
"This is the beat"
The hills shows you Suffa
"This is the beat"
That made you call an ex lover aside
Summer nights on the porch with a beer
"This is the beat ya'll of the year"
[Pressure]
"This is the beat"
To put the Pressure to your points
"This is the beat"
To make you scream "its the choice"
They got tunnel vision well let me make it clear
"This is the beat ya'll of the year"
[Verse 2: Pressure]
We slam hittin
Crushin MC's for their ambition then
Sticken high frequencies over your transmission
Now listen
While all these crossovers transition
They barely scratch the surface, while I delve deeper than Hans Christian
And to sin battling, damn boy you must be dreamin
Couldn't understand the first of my double meanings
Your double teaming with trouble seethin
I flex like exaggerated biceps over all these muscle he-men
I hear their mic from screamin (maggots)
Honestly none can follow me, from what I been through
I still read true my prophecies
Unconsciencly I took doses of dopeness like an apothecary
And if harnessed properly, effects monopoly
No stopping me
[Chorus: Pressure]
"This is the beat"
For all my mates sucking piss
After Hours, TerraFirm, Cross-Bred, pump ya fist
"This is the beat"
For those who wanna fuck with this
Now everybody wants something but they can't get none of this
[Verse 3: Pressure]
Just my line is composed
Will leave their mind comatosed
Like unleveling their blood pressure til' their ryhme overdosed
Many months closed cos they nonbelievers
I walked a water passed all these stranded MC's
and told 'em to catch a breather
Why touch what you don't know?
Learn your words, you washed and dried up
Why fuck with what you know - hurts just to learn to wise up
Open your eyes up for the now, cos tomorrow its too late
Cos this is the beat to leave your sorrows in your wake
[Chorus: Pressure]
"This is the beat"
To put the Pressure to your points
"This is the beat"
To make you scream "its the choice"
They got tunnel vision well let me make it clear
"This is the beat ya'll of the year"
[Suffa]
"This is the beat"
The hills shows you Suffa
"This is the beat"
That made you call an ex lover aside
Summer nights on the porch with a beer
"This is the beat ya'll of the year"
[Verse 1: Suffa]
I dont represent a city wha, I represent the whole earth
Suck my head inside my chest, so I can soul search
Suffa MC gets deep in the cut like infections
Seek perfection like women getting colagen injections
Suck the fat outta them hips and put em into them lips
But now your arse is in your mouth and you can't stop talkin shit
I bring the sound to please like the autumn breeze
Bring the leaves down to the ground from the trees, underground I'm at ease
Above ground a mother grieves for her daughter killed
Lost to a pill (a pill) her loving boyfriend bought her, Phil
Like I wanna holla put our trust inside a dollar
Not a chance to advance when we choose lust over honour
Honour or weak, a leak spills death into the ocean
And we swallow our tongues like we swallow our emotions
Lets suffocate a wilderness in seamen and granite
Then our childern gets to inhabit and build on this dead planet
That we leave and I watch the evening shadow the sun
Another night, another fight, another battles begun
And kids dont box no more, now its bats, clubs and machetes
Annoyed, and paranoid I think they're all comin to get me
Sweat me like I was the one that made the girlfriends leave 'em more
I'm the reason they're outta work and the playing fields uneven
It's even for everyone bro, we're disadvantaged equally
Instead of tryna hurt me, try to stay calm and just speak to me
[Chorus x4: Suffa]
You feelin me now?
(You feelin me now?)
[Verse 2: Suffa]
I hope you're feelin me, like contact on nerv endings
Sounds superb bending nouns and verbs, blending words
Sending them in the form of a verse
Sending you pains like the winter rains
Bring them crops relief from the haze of the summer days
And the droughts dried out them fields and broke that fathers heart (a farmers heart)
Now they're headin to the city for another start
And the city's filled with ghosts thats known as homeless vagabonds
Ain't no bench they aint seen, alley they havent gone
Rabble on, ramble on, sing that song Mr Vagabond
and tell me all the roads you travelled on
From here to Babylon and babble on
That liquid in the flagon gone, liquified your brain
Til your askin who you are, where you're from, whats my name?
What's in a name?
Is it the same thats in a person?
Entitled to identify you as societys servent
Man I'll never be subservient, the pride inside is permanent
Bring on your coup I'm servin it, now raise your flag, I'm burnin it
On my journey when inside my journey was a sojourn
It was either go left, go right, go crazy or go learn
About the self, because sometimes the self it gets forgotten
And you only achieve contact once you've hit rock bottom
Not stoppin til I face every problem, faced every bend
Face every corner, every turn and keep faith in my friends
And family come stand with me as the world turns
We'll warm our hands by the fire as the world burns
[Chorus x4: Suffa]
You feelin me now?
Elevate (rmx Dj Bones)
Hilltop Hoods
Don't stop or hesitate lyrical blows will make you levitate,
Brothers think their fat damn their fuckin feather weight,
For heavens sake I never crossed over ever mate,
I regularly elevate my upper man regulate I never mate,
Brothers say I come back from hell to wait,
MC's selling their souls to record companies,
Celibates, like selling rates,
I'm sleeping while their well awake,
I celebrate while they feel the rainy weather mate,
So while I'm well awake the album drops but they never make,
They telling me to prepare for the venom when they smell a snake,
There's a thousand stories in the city that are hell or fake,
I never wait for mine to waist time to elevate,
Together mate all we need is to delegate,
Some rhyme power so that enough force can generate,
And segregate the real from the dwellers,
Mate its time for b-boys to get yours together mate.
Ahhhh... B-boy, verballing, lattering, configuring, lettering, sampling,
Fat as us delivering,
Words on the world that I'm living in,
Unforgiving in, my style no considering,
Giving in,
Next celebrate,
Don't deviate, Arrogate,
Fatter ways, who better ways,
Never hesitate, get us straight,
Elevate, till you levitate,
Demonstrate skills that the hills will celebrate,
Impersonators situate styles that you emulate,
Lacerate flows with the flows that I fluctuate,
Intimidate in late,
How was I,
Stimulate cowards imitate my style try to simulate,
Beginner mate,
Noise, b-boys, getting in the crate,
Innovate, bones cut the record till your finger breaks,
Integrate the sounds underground,
Ill bomb em' mate,
Nominate the hoods for the crew to dominate.
You're so fake its plain to see who you truly are,
looking less like a b-boy, more like a movie star,
forget the funk and go hook up those disco breaks,
sit down punk and take a look at what you make,
it's not hip-hop, it's something more sad, sick and seedy,
what's popping that coochie got to do with graffiti?
And your R & B dance-steps what about finger-popping?
b-boy electric shocking, windmills, body rocking,
so body-body rock, body-body rock, I'll take ya back,
break your back, realise b-boys aren't faking that
funk that you've forgotten hoe, how could you have gotten so
far gone, that you could never stop and go,
back to the roots, nineteen seventy nine,
birthplace of the scratch, birthplace of the rhyme,
you'll feel it in your spine like your first taste of wine,
we'll make it back; it'll just take some time
Remember kangol hats, fat laces and lino mats,
kids spinning on their backs to the sugar hill wax,
now the sugar hills collapsed and the sweets turned sour,
moneys walking my culture through its darkest hour,
now I wanna take it back, walk my way through time,
I was two years old in nineteen seventy nine,
but it's a time that I miss; you ask what's the difference,
Hip-hop was then a culture, now hip-hop's a business
Zulu started b-boying as a form of expression,
to channel youths stress and their aggression,
now through the suggestion of record companies mc's are pumping these,
problems back into ya section, and isn't it ironic?
but not the sort to make you laugh,
cos mc's are building futures by raping the past,
taking a glass of Chardonnay and putting it to your lips,
I'd rather take a razor blade and put it to my wrist
than sell records on the basis that I have to promote
sniffing and selling coke, toting guns and smoking dope,
you're all weaving the rope that you'll hang yourself with
my only consolation is within the hip hop nation is
b-boy elements that can still get me open,
like graff mags from Berlin, mix tapes from Oakland,
breakers from rock steady, plus anything from Tribe
Verse One - Suffa
This is for the heads that’s loving the mix,
My people in the front, all covered in spit,
Batters in the box, Suffa to pitch,
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch,
And we the funk leaders, punks you can’t beat us,
We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the front if it’s,
Your flavour, come get drunk with us,
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned, why not?
By now I should’ve had some land,
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering; fuck the lines of the dust,
You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes,
This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row.
Verse Two - Suffa
I got hip-hop taste buds,
I wanna hear that bass when I make love,
I wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up,
Write rhymes to get me through a break up, bitch!
Rough like whisky straight, no chaser,
Went through fifty breaks, no flavour,
Till I found this one, and made the,
Bass hook with the drum, my saviour,
This is the comeback, tongue that’s sharp like a thumbtack,
It’s so tight James is saying give my funk back,
One track, eight track, a-dat, residual
Noise, man fuck that, we clean with the digital,
Toys I’m the Apache, you’re failing to match me,
Throw your hands in the air like you’re hailing a taxi,
And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro?
This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row.
Verse Three - Suffa
People don’t complain if Suffa’s in here,
And you’re in the front row, all covered in beer,
And club owners don’t say ‘the place is wrecked it’s your fault’,
If the roof is on fire it’s an electrical fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live
Like Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I,
Gets live on the breaks son, like pace one,
Lads, if you’re heading to the bar grab your mates one,
Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey,
I got like half a mill in monopoly money,
There’s no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand,
We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand,
Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadafi a
Dinner date, followed by a funk show,
We’ll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row.
[Verse 1: Suffa]
... It's mad hot in the club
But that's cool cause outside couldn't get any colder
As soon as I walk in I feel a tap on my shoulder
It's Mr. Annoying, he wants to talk and test my patience
How the hell am I gonna get out of this conversation?
Umm, I gotta go man, my girl's waiting at the car
(Hey where you going?) I'm heading straight for the bar
I walk past some guy who smells like he hasn't had a shower
I make it to the front just in time for happy hour
And Flak sits down and drinks til it looks like he might fall flat
While me and Baz get down with chicks that think that they all that
Candy for your thoughts, a dollar if you'll creep with me
(Hang on I'll get my wallet) I got 100 if you'll sleep with me
That chick was like Bardot, (Why's that?) Cause she's poison
Oi Baz, we better chill, look at the size of her boyfriend
It's Mr. Annoying, I bet he wants to talk again
There's some chicks by the door and Dimes is, chicken hawking
[Hook: Suffa]
When I'm
In the club I'll be singing Planet Rock
When I'm
In the club I'll be drinking slamming shots
When I'm
In the club you can find me at the bar
I'll have the party people singing out sha-na-na
When I'm
At the bar I'm B-boying around
When I'm
At the bar come and give a pound
When I'm
At the bar you know I'm known to flow
I'll have the girl's parents singing out no no no!
[Verse 2: Suffa]
One man offers me a smoke, I grab it and take a drag
Then he offers rocket fuel, out of a brown paper bag
(It smells I'll) Man I wouldn't drink, that if you boiled it
The promoter's blacking out cause some kid's tagged the toilet
Ohhh shit, here comes security
(What u try to do to me?)
Why pat me down and try to sweat me bro?
Just get me off the ground and let me go
We're all here to have a good time, that's why the kid's came
I'm talking to some guy that can't remember his name
I turn off, sit back and let the hip-hop relax me
Some guy drops his drink and the whole crowd's yelling taxi
Max checks the bartender's arse as she cleans up the glass
We'll be drinking til closing, we'll be the last of the last
To leave, some guy tugs on my sleave and starts quoting Hoods' rhymes
Next he's on the decks, and he's cutting up good times
Now the crowd erupts, feeling the vibe that we love
But it's as loud as fuck, even from outside of the club
(We're going) I was getting bored anyway
Who cares, I hate clubs, give me a pub anyday
[Pressure:]
The door breaks, my world wakes, light ascends my windowpane
An hour goes, I'm showered though I'm struck by hunger pain
I break my fast fault, makes the glass translucent through the rain
From my dining room, Tom and Sue got me late again
I snatch my papes, lash for tapes, the sand hills, the plains
Cars biting lines, arrive in time to hear my name
Roll call feeling like my old school again
There's tags on the desk, the day drags on the brain
Time's up! I head for home, the sunrays and then rain
As twilight hits my eyesight I jump the train
The town is full of sound, that's why I came
I step to the jam, a figured silhouette, it blocks the doorframe
I am out smart, tell it to some bouncing acting lames
Said, "I came to entertain ya", he's asking for my name
Man act like you know, it's all the same
With that I tell these rapping dudes, I step through to hear beats playing
I'm in this, passed up in the grass with some drunk and he's saying
He likes the way I flow and what's the way to go in this game
I told him "There's many paths, just use your heart and your brains
Another day's another hangover mate ain't nothing changed"
Then Next is on the decks, time to catch reck, the crowd's swaying
Masses part, a flashing spark sends light from a chain
Flickering a sticker in, a guy's kicking them game
[Suffa:]
In my B-Boy stance, cause my B-Boy's saying, "What's up Dan? "
[Pressure:]
Hand shakes from my mates from Hilltop
Ain't seen em in a while but I knew they still rock
The freestyler's in a cipher rhyming to a Beatbox
Because we came here just to blow up the spot
Now feeling parched, looking for a laugh, I stray from the flock
I hear a loud and familiar sound of twisting the top
I see my man at the bar drinking scotch on the rocks
Take a look at my watch, *Man it's almost 12 o'clock*
It's time to rock, the venue's getting full, it's getting hot
It's time to blow up the spot, regardless of props or not
Make my way to the stage, Debris stops me on the spot
[DJ Debris:]
Dickhead's is starting beef, Dan they fully lost the plot
Then off [? ], but some fella got clocked
I knew his face but not his name, he was pissing blood and snot
Matt's out back, practising raps getting hot
But fuck it, let's do this show
[Pressure:]
Sit Baz, they bother me not
[Suffa:]
They bother me not, they bother me not, what?
They bother me not, they bother me not, what?
They bother me not, they bother me not, what?
They bother me not, they bother me not, I said...
[Pressure:]
Because I touch everything in my life
Like the sunrays touch everything in my life, until the night
The sense of the mind's of men lose sight
In the twilight of life, looking for the limelight
I touch everything in my life
Like the sunrays touch everything in my life, until the night
The sense of the mind's of men lose sight
[Sample: x2]
"I thought we had
Such a good thing going, yeah
Now the light you burned
Is dying out so slowly"
[Pressure:]
For starters, ain't heartless, I don't hate them
But I was starving and parted our relations
I never live in the past like the forsaken
I was I'll, you were never the master of your patience
We were martyrs for this mayhem
Now you're passing your ass out to artists for replacements
I know it's harder to father than to make friends
But you see I'm proud regardless where my day ends
It was a task to ask you just to pay rent
And you laughed cause my heart was in the basement
Never targeted the market just to make ends
Wasn't all scars, there were parts of it that made sense
Walking away were the hardest conversations
Hope you learned if you're smart you shouldn't date friends
And I still don't understand you
So I gotta say fuck you, thank you, huh, c'mon
[Chorus: Sample (Suffa)]
"I thought we had
(Man, I thought that we had!)
Such a good thing going, yeah
(But we don't, but we don't, but we don't)
Now the light you burned
(Now the light that you burned)
Is dying out so slowly"
(And we go, and we go, and we go)
[Trials:]
Must be hard trying to keep the facade
Here we are, you nothing, me needing a laugh
We from driving to not even a seat in the car
Still lying now to kissing every cheek of my ass
From family tree to just another leaf in the park
Hope these bright ideas help you see in the dark
It's like first you say nothing, second you blame others
Third, burn the bridge like the first Rage cover
See they don't know and they never will what we've been through
It's not you, it's me, nope it's you
I've got a lot of love for things you did
If it only added up to them things you missed
Guess that's it, heard that you were running with him
Saw you settled down now and had a couple of kids
Shit, the world keeps spinning like a bottle top
See the light you burned started something that I ain't gonna stop
[Chorus]
[Suffa:]
What a soulful old anthem
You used to burn brighter, now you couldn't hold a lighter to a lantern
Went from fighter to a phantom
Invited inside of my life but you a bantam-
Weight, with some heavyweight issues
Had to separate with you, get you heavy-grade tissues
For all your mood swings, so not amusing
You could blow the rock out a mood ring
You can blow the rocks and the tubing
Man, you can go super hoe the block for a shoestring
Budget, for all I care and this is what I got
For all my caring? So fuck it!
Nah, I ain't sleeping on the couch, you can sleep on the carpet
I'm a take the bed and sleep like a starfish
Hog all the blankets and sleep off the Lagers
And wake up in the morning like we feeling marvellous
[Chorus]
[Scratches by DJ Debris]
[Chorus]
[Sample: repeated to end]
Verse 1
For many years I was seeking asylum, in the bleakest environments,
Rhyme possessed me, while many started speaking retirement,
So as I rose they all fell in the fashion of yelling and trashing,
For what it’s worth there was no quelling the passion,
Their love was dead, I was writing papes but getting fuck all said,
So I polished my shit until my knuckles bled,
Treading thin ice and all I caught were chills,
Sacrifices were appetisers, mics instead of meals,
This hand was mine, so I played it until I made it expand my mind,
And burned my name into the sands of time,
Then rhyme gave me strength to less avail,
Got used to these backstabbers, so now I sleep on a bed of nails,
I never fail, but turning tides are moving too slow,
I swam the depths of every ocean just to prove I could flow,
So from the cradle to the grave, turntable to Holy Father,
I swear I didn’t slit my wrists I got the hip-hop stigmata.
Chorus
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It’s our calling that’s why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It’s our calling that’s why we say…
Verse 2
This be calling, we could never be fake,
Thanks to hip-hop I got a bed in every state,
And without it I’d roam the city with no purpose,
Without the underground I’m a clown without circus,
I flip verses, you feeling me, abilities,
My currency with which I buy credibility,
Facilities were built, just to be torn down,
Till the wheels fall off, and my pencils all worn down,
Till death comes to collect his debt, I’ll wreck the set,
When heads check in retrospect, I’ll get respect
Cos I did what I was called to do,
It’s hip hop, I did it all for you
We true to this, got clout on turntables getting played,
We doing this without a label not getting payed
So from the cradle to the grave, microphone to retirement home
I’ll be on stage; I’ll never leave the rhyme alone.
Chorus
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It’s our calling that’s why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It’s our calling that’s why we say…
Verse Three – Suffa & Pressure
Either we’re all out, or we’re all in,
And if we fall out, then we’re all falling,
It’s the calling; it’s what I hear in my sleep,
It’s that shiver up my spine when I’m feeling the beat,
It’s that fear of defeat, the need to better myself,
It’s the culture; it’s not about spreading the wealth,
It’s forgetting the time when you’re perfecting a rhyme,
It’s every drop of sweat that I shed getting mine.
Chorus
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
It’s our calling that’s why we say,
You got to pray to hip-hop almighty,
We bless the microphone nightly,
Open up the lyric from inside me,
[Pressure:]
Quarter to midnight, a scene of slaughter, I'm in flight
Red running water getting caught in the rip tide
Cars out of order, man I thought I could hitchhike
Sporting a chainsaw for I'm avoiding a fist fight
The evacuation went ahead
But bullet fire caressed my head, I was left for dead
Awoke in hell and knowing well the Feds had fled
Before the sun set in red
The witching hour that approaches has a host of
Seven plagues, packs of locusts, rats and roaches
Fat and bloated corpses lacking focus
Trapped in the throws of attacking that that's closest
Legs aching from the pace that I'm running at
Death chasing, ain't safe till the sun is back
Escaping the cityscape like a lumberjack
My wake's the only way I'm coming back
The city outer limits, found a house in thickets
Heard a shout and a shot rang out to witness
The foulest dead, disembowelled with gizzards
Their rival is his final hour or minutes
Numb with fear, holding gun to ear
He said "Run, it's clear till the sun appears
Tell my son his dear loving mum is near
See you in hell man, I'm done with here"
[Chorus:]
They built my city on top of a grave
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade
They poured gasoline on top of a lake
And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped
They built my city on top of a grave
Now the dead roam the street like a rotting parade
Quarantined and forgotten for days
These are the stories of those who have gotten away
[Suffa:]
I thought I might...
Drown in sweat when I heard the sound effects
Of fingernails running down my fence
Was it rioters, rats or malcontents?
I pulled my blinds back a crack like Malcolm X
The scene was sirens, violence, car alarms
My neighbour waving from his yard with half an arm
Vietnam in the suburbs, the walking dead
"Burning Down the House" like Talking Heads
A city on fire, not a city of god
A city that hides from a hideous mob
The zombie flicks, man I've seen 'em a lot
Enough to know when it's time to get the fuck out of dodge
Uh, only packed the necessities
Toothbrush, porno, souped-up weaponry
And just for the fun of it, I stole my neighbour's Hummer
Put spikes out the side and tied a chainsaw to the front of it
I cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes
Knees and toes, knees and toes
I cut up heads and shoulders, knees and toes
Knees and toes, knees and toes
[Hook: x2]
I'm digging for some change from behind the couch
I'm jumping in my car and I'm driving south
[Verse 1: Pressure]
Different seasons come and change, end of winter hibernation
Digging for some change, slept inside the vibes I make
It got me wide-awake and sweat beads are glistening
From lack of air conditioning, to hot to be living in
And as the world turns, I churn my lifeline
The daylight's just a prelude to night time
With no D-Day, you know if I gotta hit this other freeway
Hook up with Baz and PJ, then put the hook on replay
Now we're here for a beach day, let's get it together now
Hit the southern shores before the sun toils and weather fouls
It's where my pals dehydrate, make their speech funny
The sand sheets are lovely, it beats bumping and beach buddies
Keep passing me by, I catch a glimpse in their eye
A moody day under the UV rays in the sky
I keep my feet up to the beat up, damn this is the life
Enough to make a man forget about his worries and strife
In the sunshine...
[Hook: x2]
I'm digging for some change from behind the couch
I'm jumping in my car and I'm driving south
[Verse 2: Suffa]
Hey I can taste Friday, I'm leaving you guys
I'm chasing a place with sunlight in the skies
So I'm blinding my eyes to the point that they hurt
Only a fool or a jerk would be at school or at work
Days like this are for the beach and brew
I stop off at a phone so I can reach my crew
Hey yo Pressure, what's up? I need to speak to you
The week is through son and what we need to do
Is you, me go get some brews, do thee, coastal cruise
Catch some UV, and bruise, the booty that keeps passing us by
We need to do it while the sun still laughs in the sky
I'll be taking off my Nikes
Feel the sand between my toes, real lives are like
Looking forward to summertime nights
And this is my life, my life, my life, my life
In the sunshine...
[Hook: x2]
I'm digging for some change from behind the couch
[Pressure:]
This will be my last confession
This industry can leave harsh impressions
I have little faith, forgive me for my past discretions
But we live and learn that history and past are lessons
The day this is work, the love of it dies
A handful make it, the others will strive
And hunger can drive hatred but such is just life
I guess jealousy's the curse that the struggle inspires
These critics seek to break and divide
I know I'm bitter but my faith is divine
Take it in stride, yeah I act like I hate it at times
But I found love through this music and a place to reside
For every friend, I have an eager opponent
For every cent I spent on meagre components
I gave something back so I don't feel the need for atonement
Cause we all get our hands dirty when we're seizing the moment
And we always took the lead, peers would follow
And paid for everything that we cleared or borrowed
If my son can benefit from what you see here, my sorrow's
Justified, just that I might not be here tomorrow
[Chorus: Pressure]
When it rains, it pours, when you're soaked and the world
Tries to fuck with ya, trust in ya own and yourself
My biggest fear's to die not knowing you well
And I ain't afraid to die, I'm afraid of going to hell
[Pressure:]
This will be my last confession
Liberty can leave harsh impressions
I have little faith, forgive me for my past discretions
But we live and learn that history and past are lessons
I've always played the hand I was given
No exceptions here, humanity's driven
You see all men are born equal, just the standard of living
That differs between the Jewish, Adriatic and Christian
I'm a logical man given to science
Forgive me, I know religion inspires
But too many government and political ties
And use state of the art warfare to bridge their divides
There's hate crime wars on daytime talks
And rape trials walk in state wide courts
We don't pray no more, we only break thy laws
So what this world don't give us, we gon' take by force
Assertion, aggressions, murder then vengeance
We treat peace like it's a term of acceptance
Exception, we're not accepting if we're searching for penance
And so these words are for my son so he can learn from my lessons
[Verse 1: Suffa]
This is Suffa MC (Suffa MC)
Hey I could say "life's not all that its cracked up to be"
And I feel like a dump trucks sufferin' back on to me
And it's smothering me in a wealth of decay
And I'm suffering me
And no one ever felt the way I do
But I believe in something (what you believe?)
I do believe, I believe in life (well I believe)
I do believe that the sun is shining (is shining)
On the other side of the night
And if I believe long enough
And my beliefs strong enough
And I believe in my own damn song enough
Then I can believe in myself, believe in faith
Crush my own anger, envy, even hate
Then we can make a new start free from hate
Believe in fate, has a positive - even great
Proceeds away from our dreams we need to make
Cos I can't leave it late
We need to take the seeds that take our hearts and see them break
When we can wait and find ourselves freed by faith
And we can't wait to see the face
See them shake at this
See the hate, see them wait
For me to break
For he or she to break
Suffa MC with they
They need an escape - see ya mate
Now free the gate
See them run from the path they deviate
While this man elevates and alleviates
[Verse 2: Pressure]
And by the way I do believe in myself
Not believing only things I can see for myself
Even believing that the air that I'm breathing is wealth
Because we're guaranteed nothing except leaving this world
I'm just trying to live
I'm just trying to breath
I'm just trying to give so that I can receive
Life's positive cos universally we've got alot to give
So when I'm taking my leave
I believe I should leave my mark
For our music is perceived as art
Soulful remedies to ease the heart
When grief is sparked
Beneath the dark sky's I search to seek my mark
Friends come and go so I move on as the seasons start
Release the dark side of my mind to find peace at heart
Increase my smarts rather then walk on streets, there's mud
Nearly can beat the spark, needless the grief is marked
The whole world - clearly you know who the elitists are
Beliefs more unique
The peace laws are weak
Governments are sworn to speak
The truth of born defeats
The pens are mightier than any mans sword thats shit
Arguably flawed the fist
For war on streets
Cause more than grief
poverty strikes people are torn beneath
Cornered streets walked by people who were born deceased
I rise above this world and cease my defeat
[Verse 1: Pressure]
Don't stop or hesitate, lyrical blows will make you levitate
Brothers think their fat, damn their fuckin' feather weight
For heavens sake, I never crossed over ever mate
I regularly elevate, my upper man regulate
I never mate
Brothers say I come back from hell to wait
MC's selling their souls to record companies
Celibates like selling rates
I'm sleeping while their well awake
I celebrate while they feel the rainy weather mate
So while I'm well awake the album drops but they never make
They telling me to prepare for the venom when they smell a snake
There's a thousand stories in the city that are hell or fake
I never wait for mine to waste time to elevate
Together mate all we need is to delegate
Some rhyme power so that enough force can generate
And segregate the real from the dwellers
Mate its time for b-boys to get yours together mate
[Hook x4:]
I don't stop the body rock
(We say)
Don't stop the body rock
(We say)
[Verse 2: Suffa]
Ahhhh... B-boy, verballing, lattering, configuring, lettering, sampling
Fat as us delivering
Words on the world that I'm living in
Unforgiving in, my style no considering
Giving in
Next celebrate
Don't deviate, Arrogate
Fatter ways, who better ways
Never hesitate, get us straight
Elevate, till you levitate
Demonstrate skills that the hills will celebrate
Impersonators situate styles that you emulate
Lacerate flows with the flows that I fluctuate
Intimidate in the late, how was I?
Stimulate
Cowards imitate my style, try to simulate
Beginner mate
Noise, b-boys, getting in the crate
Innovate, bones cut the record till your finger break
Integrate the sounds underground
I'll bomb em' mate
Nominate the hoods for the crew to dominate
[Chorus:]
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped
So if you're "just too fucking blind" you know what's what
You're feeling like "blaaagh"
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped
So if you're "drunk on Friday night" you know what's what
You're feeling like "bluuugh" you know what's what
[Presure; ]
I wanna go out like Biggie and 'Pac
No gunfire, I'm talking rum and dry, hit me with shots
Tequila and scotch, I'll wind up on the idiot box
Six o'clock with a grand tucked into my socks
My obituary notice will say that most of my days
Were spent inside a bottle and a toast will be raised
Until conspiracy theories say they know I'm okay
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
[Suffa:]
I wanna die in Memphis like Elvis
Senseless on the toilet pissing on my own pelvis
Helpless, choking on vodka and shellfish
Get found by my girl like "God, you're so selfish"
Well-wishers at my wake saying he'll be well missed
But wait till they're well pissed, they'll wish me to hell with
Everybody that I wanted to party with anyway
Don't care if it's a hundred and ninety degrees centigrade
[Chorus]
[Pressure:]
Like Jim Morrison, I wanna party till my heart stop
Tripping in a bath with a stripper and a glass of
Liquor in my grasp, man I figure that my last of
Days should be crazed, I'm a live it till I'm passed on
If any grief is shed, leave it said
I would remind 'em just how far the dream has led
So when it's time for me, be finally relieved I'm dead
I want to exit how I entered, between some legs
[Suffa (Pressure):]
I wanna bender like Hendrix, you blend six liquors with ten drinks
(Ten-four buddy) Well it's like ten-six
(Yo, when it's) Ten sixteen in the morning
My girl will send sixteen messages to me warning
We'll be exes if I don't exit, so exit
The next shit's getting called a sexist at breakfast
So let's get our phones and all set 'em to flight mode
And let the horns fly through the hook and take us right home
[Chorus]
[Suffa:]
Tell me how does it feel...
To be on your own...
On a bender like a Rolling Stone?
Shes young, lithe and homely, wise by no means,
Known one guy shes for his eyes and only,
Hes a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely,
Separates the pain by staying high and though she,
Might just O.D. high price to go free,
This ain't living, listen it's dying slowly,
It's got a hold on me, she can chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, don't chase that feeling
Sometimes I feel we strive for a life of apathy,
Callous deeds, other mindless acts of greed,
Ain't jack for free, I think theyd try a tax to breathe,
It's like we fight to remind us that we bleed,
I take flight in the night from lack of sleep,
Cause peace of minds the only time that were free,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, we all chase that feeling
It's like they try to build you up to watch it all collapse,
You try climb out the pit, theyll try claw you back,
Like back in the factory packing the shelves,
It was hell cause the foreman was always harassing me,
Like Hows your little old music thing going?
Now I'm like Hows your bitter old loser shit going?
And I'm right, it's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, I'm a chase that feeling like I
And I'm a chase that feeling,
Take that pain and replace that feeling,
And I'm a take that healing then,
Stand so tall theyll have to raise that ceiling man
From a young age I was making my mark, chasing my start,
Forever ain't enough when your state of the art,
Fuck the haters that had said Id never make it this far,
It's the pavers that Id tread to dedicate to my craft,
I've tailored every thread that bare the shape of my heart,
Treating every breathe as my first and day as my last,
It's got a hold on me, I still chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, yeah I still chase that feeling
I ride the rails of a vinyl track,
Fall into a trance and there ain't no climbing back,
Sit and lose myself in all the hidden loops,
They're like forbidden fruits, I'm like can I get a bite of that?
Gin and juice, I get loose and I write a track,
Shivers down my spine, feeling more like a spinal tap,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
It's got a hold on me, I'm a chase that feeling like I
And I'm a chase that feeling,
Take that pain and replace that feeling,
And I'm a take that healing then,
Stand so tall theyll have to raise that ceiling man
At start of the summer,
I'm a come to life and have the heart of a hummingbird,
And I can hear the drummer,
Shes so ugly but I'm so in love with her,
Wake up, roll out of bed, throw on some roll-on,
Roll up to the studio,
It's got a hold on me, and I'm a chase that feeling,
[Suffa:]
Night time in winter, it has a certain atmosphere
I enter, the outer with a leash on my Staffordshire
Clasping my right hand, my mask is a darkness
My hoody and my headphones are the B-Boy Battlegear
My walkman grinds a tape that's been in there since the night before
A rapper makes a statement that sends shivers down my spinal chord
Soul is in my walkman, and spirits in my step ah
Leash is in my right hand and my pocket hugs my left ah
Night has so much power, when I step I feel the streets scream
It's just a light shower but the rain, it makes the streets steam
It all seems familiar, I know that I've been here before
I notice an engravement on the pavement I made years before
The statement from before, finds it's way back into my mind
Inspired, my mind's fired up with subconscious freestyle rhymes
I fall into my own world, my status is trance like
I haven't felt like this in ages, well that is since last night
Like a Sadas with a glass, but I exhale tragedy
And gradually, start to inhale positivity
The dignity in knowing that you have no regrets
And everything you have and own is built through your own sweat
And toil, keep it moving, keep on burning midnight oil
And as I walk the night, my Nikes leave impressions in the soil
I check for cars and cross the road, cause I've finally found a pay phone
I pick up the receiver and I'm greeted by the dial tone
The night has so much power, I want to be a part of it
It's just a light shower and I'm walking through the heart of it
The night time realm, I'm overwhelmed by the atmosphere
My hoody and my headphones are the B-Boy Battlegear
The night has so much power...
It's just a light shower...
The night time realm...
My hoody and my... [echoes]
"B-Boy Battlegear" [x8]
[Phone call:]
Hello
How you going mate?
It's Matty
Yeah
How you doing?
Not bad, what are you up to?
Um not much man, just kicking back, writing a few rhymes, trying to figure out what to do tonight
About what time?
Whenever man
Alright, we should hook up, I'll drop round
Yeah cool
Alright, umm I'll come around in about an hour then
See ya then mate
Chill
[Verse 1: Hau]
You dirty rat, talking shit trying to send me back
To hell from where you came from
You sing that same song, every time I hear you
It sounds like you off ya flame plus you drink too much beer too
Your queer crew aren't shit neither
A bit eager to get a kid beater
With the blunt side of a machete
It's my cunt side that's so upsetting
Letting off steam like tutsi Quasar streams
Empty ya dreams, getting ripped at the seams
Harsh are the words from a biblical fiend
Cussing out the evil in you
It's amazing what evil people will do
To get the chance to dance and swing with the king
Shine without the bling bling
But B-Boys can't understand cause it's a Koolism thing see
Single-handedly, or even if I got my uncle down with me
We're taking out your whole family
From nephews, to second cousins, to your old bitch
To your half brother, down to your gold fish (oh ish)
You understanding me? Cause it's hunting season
And picking them off your family tree like
One by one, two by two, the almighty Koolism crew
The who is who of Aussie hip-hop
While I'm a sick cunt, your just a sick cock
In a piss trough so piss off
[Verse 2: Suffa]
MC's think they're too deaf, to hear what I'm telling them
But they can't see me like tattoos on melanin
I'm large like Van Halen in the 80's
Ladies I love, ladies can't step bitches
Cut the track til it requires stitches
Like fruit fly in citrus, I'm I'll-tech like Tetris
? Just skill?, come and see what my vocal fetches
I give open lectures, in the park under Wattle trees
Until a fight sparks, and someone's baptised by the bottle we
Try chill, but it bothers me, that violence always erupts
The crowd is feeling me, like a pair of perfect D cups
Yo we up in here like last year's out of here
The hoods up, in here til we tired or out of beer
And we represent it, like the sort of the state
And we staying independent like the ward of the state
Yo I'm-bored-of-the-fake, hi fake! Named Suffa, pleased to meet ya
I live inside the mind of the listener through the speaker
(Is that your beeper?) No it's my phone, I got it on-beeper-and-vibrate
I rock's it for my people til my people's pupils dilate
Yo why hate, those on top, I'm coming from the bottom
Cut the track to my man who comes and puts the pressure on em!
[Verse 3: Pressure]
I look MC's in their eyes and ask em what they think's wrong with this rap scene
And what their lacking, thinking that here I got their vaccine
I'm wavering from their battering with the slip of my mix
Think they can battle with headphones until they listen to this!
Kicking the hits, the Hoods and Koolism, I'm serious this
Is guaranteed to get some head nod til you slip and you diss
So persist with a diss! Man you believe it?
But they aren't even half-stepping, nah man they more like paraplegic
I rock em til they cease and keep it rough when get fucked
When I leave em scarred so hard they wouldn't heal if Jesus touched them
The rough blend like masturbating with a cheese grater
The MC breaker, never been a faker, please I'm greater!
By any means I make the track pound
Whether that be taking your integrity and exposing, yeah that's wack sound
Back down! Pressure got you where your caught, end it Suffa, swerve!
Instrumental
People they want to go somewhere and they don't have no railroad fare, plane fare, train fare, or boat fare... or don't have no fare period.
There's one way of getting there
I've been using the method for twenty-five years or more, me and old Sonny,
and it seems to have paid off.
Well how is that man?
Just walk on.
Well let's go.
Verse One: Suffa
I speak from the heart, but only when I drink,
And I only ever sleep when I'm too tired to think,
Restlessness, the reaction that you will find,
From stress I guess and having a compassionate mind,
I worry bout the machine of progress, ain't no stopping it,
The forest we destroy and the world we build on top of it,
Mercenaries get paid salaries to slaughter,
Girls obsessed with body image find calories in water,
Nurses comfort seven-year-old casualties of mortar,
A peasant's daughter caught up in a war for a border,
And at home we treat our refugees like criminals,
Detention centres just a catch phrase for a minimal
Security prison, we drive gold trimmed cars,
Down the road an Afghani kid grows up behind bars,
And we wonder why they hate the west,
When we treat them like they're second-class citizens at best,
We're all pawns in a game, the USA's miniatures,
Aussie foreign policy with George Bush's signature,
Peeps die for a watch and blue chip stock,
Did they do Big Pop or was it two bit cops,
I wanna sue Kid Rock for making rednecks think they're hip hop,
Wanna swallow people's pain and spit it from the hilltop,
Wanna affect change in the subjects that we talk on,
Connect strangers, work together and walk on.
Verse Two: Pressure
Polluting airways, mankind strays with no reforming,
So slap on that sunscreen and enjoy the global warming,
Cos ignoring world issues is what we all do best,
Just like Aussie politicians shoe-shining for the U.S.
To save losing face, no thoughts to the fumes that trace,
Our sky lines and clogs our seas we swimming in consumer waste,
The fumes of hate rise globally but will it cease?
The day we try and find a little peace within the Middle East,
We shadow their borders yelling deplete their arms,
Its just war for black gold so they can grease their palms,
We all need a scapegoat, a villain to cop blame,
We're just wolves in sheep's clothing killing in gods name,
And that's world wide, like global over population,
We mine the world dry of natural resources to feed our nations,
Appetite for waste, I see it everywhere,
I feel like throwing a flag of protest in Tienanmen Square,
We need to care for mother earth and all of her natural defences,
But talk is cheap, and taking action is expensive,
We wear our hearts on our sleeves, our flags on our borders,
And that's why nuclear testings done in pacific foreign waters,
We follow reporters with the worth of a scholar,
And gather personal opinions from a rag worth a dollar,
Man this is not a subject; I feel lightly I can talk on,
For my people in the front (front)
In the Nosebleed Section (section)
This is for the heads that's loving the mix,
My people in the front, all covered in spit,
Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch,(what)
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch,
And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us,
We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us,
So jump with us, down in the front entrance (if it's your flavour),
Your flavour, come get drunk with us,(wooooo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had some land,
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing (nothin), I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering (sufferin); fuck the lines of the dust,
You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes (wooaah!),
This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row.
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
I got hip-hop taste buds,
I wanna hear that bass when I make love,
I wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up,
Write rhymes to get me through a break up, bitch!
Rather whisky straight, no chaser,
Went through fifty breaks, no flavour,
Till I found this one, and made the,
Bass hook with the drum, my saviour,
This is the comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack,
It's so tight James is saying give my funk back,
One track, eight track, a-dat, residual
Noise, band funk that we claim with the digital,
Toys I'm the Apache, you're failing to match me,
Throw your hands in the air like you're hailing a taxi,
And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro?
This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row.
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
People don't complain if Suffa's in here,
And you're in the front row, all covered in beer,
And club owners don't say 'the place is wrecked it's your fault',(uh huh)
If the roof is on fire it's an electrical fault,
Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live
Like Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I,
Gets live on the breaks son, like pace one,
Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab your mates one,
Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey,
I got like half a mill in monopoly money,
There's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand,
We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand,
Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gaddafi a
Dinner date, followed by a funk show,
We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row.
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
Look me here, and I'm all yours, It's not for the money
and it's not for the applause, no
Oh no no nooo (Its for the Nosebleed Section)
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
You know I looked around, for faces I'd know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row,
(ho how)
Cats get served, running up sliced
Every single night and that the way we keep it right
Like that fuckers... (YEAH)
I'm just trickin though, Certified Wise in the house tonight
(Certified Wise! )
Oi, When I say Certified you say Wise we say
Certified! (Wise! )
Certified! (Wise! )
The Certified have arrived, extraordinaire extravagant
Beers like confidence, man I drink until I'm arrogant
Cause I'm a cocky fuck, Hit your girl and I knock her up
Be like what the fuck? In the net like a hockey puck. (score! )
Rappers get embarrassed when they see the way that we work
They try hard, they're shamed like fat guys swimming in T-shirts
Research your Oz hip-hop, before you step to us
And if you step, hands around your throat like a necklace
Mr Trials, young ladies gimme a call
My number's written next to Fuckwit on the Chicks bathroom wall
I'm slightly easy and a trife bit sleazy
With the wit of a red brick and chiselled body of Kim Beazley
My theory is, never touch the mic quite serious
A kid goes out on dates later than their next period
My crews got it made, rockin the place
With more dope rappers to match every pram chillin at collonades
It's Certified Wise, no need to tell you again
Because these cunts can be so funky that the smell would offend
A dyke's girlfriend dog, now lets get straight to the point shall we
This rowdy crowd of MC's and DJ's know how to pound beats
Like kids with flat feet and crap beats walking down backstreets
So much work went into this to line the notes of fact sheets
Like black sheep I've got two words for those who slept
(Nya, Nya nya nyoooo respect)
You thought it was safe, well guess what (what?)
Boys then beware; my friends will find your weak points (then what)
Get up in there.
Attack your mind, with a fine line when I find time
And I'll find out that you're walking if you're talking the grape vine
I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand.
Got skills for this professional typical certified wise man
From Sky to land, I'm overcoming all your schemes and plans
So take cover as I rain thunder upon you man
I manifest Hip-Hop in it's highest degree (Certified Wise)
Somethin' I take very seriously (I sensualise, Certified Wise)
Every songs a collection of kids charmed lives
Like the porn section of gary glitters hard drive
Certified Wise throws a jam that's so hot it'd
Make a married man give up his annual blowjob
You better show something, with heading no bluffin
On the wrong side of my tracks, I'll smash your petticoat junction
In a suffering city, I'm punishing the pretty
And if you don't fuckin feel me I'll crush you without pity
I arrange certain words amongst silence
To be heard in abundance while mc's face redundance
Stereo speakers exceed beyond specifications
Through Extended noise generation
Let's cut the conversations to a small chat (why's that?)
I'm busy tryin to react to the hi-hat
Blockade and Certified stand tall above ridiculous under-achievers
And constant non-believers
I'm on stage with a hanful of panadols handin them out
Cos of the head throbbin from the head noddin
And we about puttin you out for the count like mic check,
You aint gonna get Certified respect
So hide your decks, ya mics I might blackout
In a cipher when I still take the title
The name's Sesta, I snatch an 'L' plate and slap it on your forehead
With more force than porn sex
It's the budhist monks, with the certified mc's
I'll make you nod your head like Parkinson's disease
Sin sanity's but don't step to our click
I got a hundred metronomes just waiting to go sync
So take ya pick but not the axe or the shovel
After hours I make beds rock like Barney Rubble
It's kinda subtle, the way that my flow bores
And leave your ears up shit creek without a funk oar
Now certified wise gotta hold o ya
We got the whole lot o cop and magnolia
We're the fresh B-boys in Nike and Adidas
We're hotter than heaters and blowin up speakers
There's no half-steppers, we far from a fake, we make
Rap music every Aussie can relate to
We'll never take a tumble, We're not gonna stumble
If you dis any member the result is LET'S RUMBLE
Let me show you new rappers how to do a posse reckin
[Scratches]
Let me show you new rappers how to do a posse reckin
[Scratches]
Let me show you new rappers how to do a poss poss posse re re re re reckin
Complex compliments this simple to complete this individual
Simplex the original beat the hypocritical, ridicule
The weaker techniques that leave you burnt
Like cannabis sateva, either you do or you don't, we'll prove that you wont
Ever endeavour to get it together to better these fellas
I'll be like whatever, you get it?
You're wondering why you should never try
The reason certified is mr. nice with the wise guys
These crews stress, fully on a quest
To be recognised, put up on a level next to me
And the Wise unified our lives, we bless the beat
We yet to see competitors who can compete with
Elaborate schemes they conjoured up in their dreams
Have to be outta your mind to even battle this team
Masterminds of the game, nobody does it the same
When we leave the stage we're sure that you remember the name
You faggot mc's always compare one another
Studio 2000's where you shot your album cover
I've the right patience, to your shit dictation
Then commence domestic mc word castration
Like excelles effects from a psychadelic wanger
For you there's no escape like sperm in a franger
Simulated immitations fade away progressively
So go fuck yourself homaphrodite mc
Yo this is DJ Debris
Representing
Certified Wise
A dietarian, pages down, lyrical librarian
My strong line is carnivore your line was vegetarian
Comparin them I'm tearin them in two so don't you dare me then
Comparin them with them I bring the heat like a solarium
You're starin then you better step back while I'm preparin them
Certified lyrical delegates are all the sound-ions,
Rebellions under one banner for new milleniums
The south is certified it's so good like sanitarium
I throw tempo-tempos to scare those who dare oppose
Who don't compare the pro's I'm dressed in threadbare clothes
Still these rare flows got mc's pleading "give us a fair go"
Don't try to stop me you don't realise the lengths to which I'm prepared to go
We can take a short journey and leave you at your wits end
You get burned like you're smoking a cigarette from the lit end
You're acting so feminine you could be stressing about split ends
Certified hit home with so much force they make bricks bend
This situation get sticky, like a perve with porn mags
My presence on stage will make you trailer whore skags
Girls cats, hornbag, you know my style sucker,
And now we made tracks to get you up like a fluffer
Certified wise, notorious to rip cunts
Dissin us will get costly like private shows at strip clubs
Beating me's a hard task by itself so fuck you,
Cause that's a fantasy like anal sex with Eliza Dushku
This is my life and many come and go like one night stands
I treat live jams like a sermons and in my mic hand
A holy get them with ya bless ya
Shit you never spit the fresher shit than Pressure
Any means, risk or measure
This cut is deep, so pump a beat for my fuckin peeps
I'm rated X-rated the way that I come with tongue and cheek
We bring a ruckus like truckers in bar brawls
[Chorus 1:]
My Style is the craziest
Hilltop
That style is the craziest
Suffa you know your rhymes amaze me just
Get on the mic
Let's show em' who'se craziest
[Verse 1: Suffa]
This be the Suffa MC enhancing the track
I treat the mic like a show girl, romancing her lap
So when it's time for tips don't forget my rhyming tricks
So live it's on the starlist cause I got the vinyl licks
Ya spine'll rip open and I'll make your mind eclips
Independant, giving major labels minor fits
I'mma rip, polyflip and give MC's them seizures
Your rapping like the Dala in Indonesia, I see ya
And it's your fate I see, it's like a two dollar hooker with HIV
You wanna step and be friendly? I'll rip your style apart
You'll end up like Kenny from Southpark
So just try to fade me, just try to fade me just, try to fade me kid
We're the craziest, I've seen uppers and I was like "shit he sucked"
Bring the stress to ya chest like a hooker getting titty fucked
This kid errupts from the hills, I guess he got skills so
MC's are getting treated like a dyke with a dildo
It feels so, good you'll moan like Tabatha Cash
As Nick scratch this vinal like the record had a rash
Like cash I'm errupting, styles have you suffering
The air that you suck has your lungs rupturing
Suffa bring invincability, ya cant hurt me jerk
Just pass a cold one cause it seems thirsty work
It's like
[Chorus 2:]
My Style is the craziest
Hilltop
That style is the craziest
Pressure you know your rhymes amaze me just
Get on the mic
Let's show em' who'se craziest
[Verse 2: Pressure]
Now this be the capital pressure, from Hilltop these MC's flex
Deeper then the bonet proof next to the MC says
The Hoods release text
I bet that you'll release threats for the next to sweat
Now please let ya mind follow me like a preist to his panthem
The anthem if they left standing then I hand them
The tool of my trade reflects the trade of my tool
I cool in the shade now suffa take em' to school
But it's cool, MC's are made to be broken like rules
I take my chance and either walk away a king or a fool
The waters deep my friend, you cant wait your turn so
They choose to burn boats then Turncoat like Cherral Kerno
They'll learn though, as time takes it's course my rhyme breaks the force
Of ya spine to make ya toss, so convulsive, so repulsive until your mind is numb
Now just stop your encroaching by, your time has come
Now I'm the one, but to tango it takes two
Cos MC's be talkin' hard times but to me it's easy
I ran through life's lessons, tript on, survived destines
To shoot my fate, could ecumulate my mic lessons
But I didn't
I made what I got from just spittin and persistance
I got to nurse a baby, whats the differnce
A little patience and let time be, we go through situations
Lessons full of life's vibrations
[Chorus 3:]
My Style is the craziest
Hilltop
That style is the craziest
Next you know you cunts amaze me just
Get on the next
[Verse One: Pressure]
This is recreation, set your station, and get your place in
A comfy seat, pump this beat, Pressure will set the occasion
For your entertainment I work hard on my flows
This scene is full of falling MCs I wear hardhats to shows
And every hip hop head's a critic, cos some hit the stage hard
But couldn't get these arseholes open at a gay bar
It's a comedy festival; they're so unintelligible
Can't work out if they got peas for brains, or they're just vegetables
It's sounds pathetic as me being anorexic
I do damage like a paralytic, paramedic with no anaesthetic
Girls shake my hand, guys want to hug me it's a worry
If I forgot your name I'm sorry, you're probably pretty ugly
I'm scared of getting old, so when it comes D-Day
I'm a thank you all for dissing me, then say something clichéd
And when I'm dead and buried I want you in 'Life Be In It' shirts
At my cemetery singing...
[Chorus]
Hilltop Hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
Hilltop Hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
[Verse Two: Suffa]
People chant the chorus when they hear it, Yo it's on
You rise like a tsunami, when you feel it; it's the bomb
I'll make origami of your lyrics
Geez that's good Suffa, what is it? It's a swan
I got the shit to bomb MCs back to the Stone Age
On stage, I'll get you out your seat quicker than road rage
I take them all from beat jackers to backpackers
With tracks fat as fuck, I ran amok on these wak rappers
But then it happened. What happened? What I thought could
I screwed all these MCs, yeah? Then it got awkward
It got weird didn't it...
You don't wanna see me anymore
Oi Suffa you can't sing, yeah I can't even hum a tune
But I make this crowd bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon
Come and do your best but it's still not good enough
Suff is rough I'm with the...
[Chorus]
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you are dumb enough
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you are dumb enough
[Verse Three - Suffa & Pressure]
From the hilltops in the Andes, to the Rockies in Canada
We infecting mics like Tommy did Pamela
They gassed in the head, that trash you said was pure jealousy
Like 'Left Foot, Right Foot's an invitation to step to me
You're loosing you footing, you need some Velcro on them Shell toes
In fights I'm throwing rhymes, in rhyme fights I'm throwing elbows
I move a crowd like stolen goods, so try and get a hold when
You couldn't move your shit with a diarrhoea tic colon
I already told them, the hills are impassable, impossible
The truth hurts; this rhyme will put you in hospital
Break it down like a molecule, we burning like fossil fuel
I'm something of a phenomenon - I'm phenomenal
These rappers they don't wanna fuck with Suff
You better turn off your mic, unless you're dumb enough
Cos we're running up on stage from night until the sun is up
So run amok you're with the...
[Chorus x2]
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you are dumb enough
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
Behold, I send you out a sheep, amidst the wolves
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure just before I finished my sentence,
This bouncer came out and dragged us both through the entrance,
This guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in from the street,
He said to us "So finding us was accidental?
Well I'm not surprised, we don't advertise at the Sentinel",
He said "What's your name?" he said "Pressure", I said "Suffa",
He said "Join the rest of the suckers",
So we went right in, we sat right down,
Pressure said "I guess I'll get us both our first round",
He had to go downstairs cos the bar was underground,
He came back and said "Man these the cheapest drinks in town",
I agreed, yes indeed, we could be here all night,
They're only charging a buck fifty for imperial pints,
And I'm feeling alright, this place is kind of cool man,
I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the fool and,
Ruins this vibe that I've got going,
Not knowing where I am, but this jam's growing man this spots blowing,
The ladies were hot I sat down and listened,
To their four thousand watt, in-house sound system,
The DJ was laying tracks, keeping people on the floor and then,
He played a crazy break, and the chorus went...
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
These dim lights hold, silhouetted figures fit in tight moulds,
This beer's ice cold, yeah we're going to be here till the nights old,
I might stroll, see what I can plunder, but I wonder,
Do I feel a blunder or is that the drink putting me under,
A strange feeling, this place got my brain reeling,
Looked up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling,
Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and,
In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a smoke screen,
Sat down, looked at the picture on the bottle label,
It was the same man and the stripper that sat atop my table,
And as he licked her thighs I saw that glint in her eyes
The wristwatch upon her waistlet it had him hypnotized,
She kissed him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin,
My reply cut thin by my hand wiping my chin,
Walked to the bar as the tender looked right through me I said
"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he talked about me not to me,
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay here's perpetual,
We serve drinks and broken dreams but no edibles",
I bought a round, man I think this is watered down,
Its tasting sought of fowl, this place is giving me the creeps and plus the doors are now,
Closing to the public so let's make our move,
Then I was struck by the strangest sense of déjà vu,
Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I've heard this all before it went",
Ba ba ba ba ba, and then the chorus went...
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Man this place's got me reeling I took a seat to get my focus,
When a group of B-Boys gathered by the stage took my notice,
At about one o'clock, the club manager approached us,
And said "I heard you jokers were MCs, who's the dopest?
Cos we run an open mic battle every night,
And to enter you've got to be, incredibly tight",
I said "Get me the mic I might flip", then the lights switched,
My vision was blurring and burning words inside my eyelids,
Rhyme progression begun, something possessing my tongue,
Blessing the deaf and dumb till I was falling short of breath in my lung,
"When will they let us stop?" I checked the time and it was,
Six in the morning, and we were still rhyming,
Battled MC after MC, battled MCs for days,
But they wouldn't let us go, when we tried to leave the stage,
The manager said "You boys can never leave this tournament,
And you can never leave the Sentinel", and the chorus went...
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers
(Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba at the Sentinel)
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba ba, Ba ba ba ba ba
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers, the suckers
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers (at the sentinal)
Walk right in, sit right down, join the rest of the suckers (at the sentinal)
ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome,
Back Once again,
It's just a matter of time,
Left Foot, Right Foot
Intro - From movie; The Fugitive
- He might've got out.
He might've got out.
What the hell is this? A minute ago you tell me he's part of the wreckage, now you're -
Poole, set up operations right here by the side of the fire truck.
Listen up, ladies an gentlemen!
A fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes.
Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injury, is four miles an hour.
That gives us a radius of... six miles.
Verse One – Pressure
I got committed to the pen now my shit's so locked down,
MCs think I'm doing time for this hip-hop sound,
Debris the mastermind, Suffa's my partner in crime,
I be the microphone felon, tell them your master design,
It all started when I was young fiending for mics,
Dreaming of heights that I would be reaching despite,
No one would put me on, or even play me at that,
So earned my dues ganking mics labelled radio shack,
At open mic one night far from sober or with it,
This guy pulls me off and says ‘You're rhyming over the limit,
And heading that way you won't last a day or a night,
You need to be down for the long haul kid we call em lifers,
Beside you need to stick with me cos rhyme pays,
And I know this heist where we can jack some sine waves,
They're mainly small timers, freestylers,
Street urchins and beat merchants, none of them real rhymers,
They're raping this culture and make me sick to my stomach,
These fools need to be arrested for sleeping in public',
I dug it, got serious and mastered my rhyme,
The rocked to the spot with my new partner in crime,
Trespassed on stage, stole the mic to further insult,
Committed arsony, defamation and verbal assault,
They tried to blame the engineer oblivious to our ploy,
So we crept backstage as they buried the sound boy,
I stole the DJs crates and his diamond needles,
Now they got me on the run so it's time to leave ya'll,
We tried to cross the border, got cause as a noun carrier,
Pulled over and evicted for breaking the sound barrier,
This cop threw me to the ground, cos hip hop is violent,
Said ‘You got freedom of speech, just choose to remain silent',
Then he checked in the trunk and he found the hot sound,
I got committed to the pen now my shit's locked down.
Chorus
I'm a rhyme felon; peeps do what I tell them,
People can't handle the product that I'm selling,
I left my dwelling now I'm on the run,
Microphone felony number one,
I'm a rhyme felon; peeps do what I tell them,
People can't handle the product that I'm selling,
I left my dwelling now I'm on the run,
Microphone felony number one,
I'm a rhyme felon; peeps do what I tell them,
People can't handle the product that I'm selling,
I left my dwelling now I'm on the run,
Microphone felony number one.
Prologue - DJ. Debris
I was forced into my life...
I was forced into my life of crime
Career criminal, now my... now my...
Career is rhyme.
Still number... Still number... Still number...
If someone you know's just talking to the wall all day
it probably means they went out and bought my tape
cos all it takes is these specially topped verbals
and i can rhyme in a language that translates crop circles
I'm controversial cos I contest commercial rapper
And theyre point is rolling in their convertible
dont take it personal, i was born to burn you all
Oh Yes Yes Yes
And just clap your hands to the beat box
I said ah clap your hands to the beat what
Just clap your hands to the beat box
Just clap your hands to the beat what
I step in the dirt
Listen to this man flex
You make me sick like guys with man breasts
You make me wanna throw up I grew up in the hilltop
I've got the rhymes that will still rock
Im sicken on this track yeah its not fair but
This beat box is thicker than DJ Debri's chest hair
He keeps flowing with his stiffens are poking out of his ...
I get looser than an elephant nine months preganent
I could say I represent but that's just irrelevant
This is all for jamming cause dammall for ranbull they call me ...
Oh learn to be slaming
Oh learn to be slamming on on on on on
Oh learn to be slammding
Take me out with the
It's all the same,
Regardless of your record and your name
Rappers walking in the rain,
tryna state there claim
I can take the weight they just...
Take the back pain
There's much to gained with the money and fame
(It's like that)
I feel the power when i hear it in the streets
(It's like that)
It used to be about the lyrics and beats
(Behind that)
From tomorrow until commercialism
And now it's built as a prison
For us to walk common streets
Now if flesh is weak
My passion is my shield
And my strength is my speech
In which I'll make men yield
Cuz in the field of expertise
Man you rappers flex with ease
Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these...
With a joint or a bottle...
And a picturing posing crew
The only thing i ever learned is
"I can only trust a chosen few"
I got respect for my crew
And love for my home
Never claimed? throne from the use of microphone
(Just let me rideeee)
Or all you critics claiming minor skies
"Better trade in ya faget"
As you look into my eyes
And my sumizeee'll be the day that hip-hop dies
Or at least until the day the mass of boys?
With every? on your faith
Companies supporting any and every
Breathe or laugh i take
Makes me gag in nauzia
It's just the asthma...
It's chokin' me, vocally
Provokin' me to live with frustration with words but locally
Cuz globally im fucked, if you ever notice me
So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with chromozee...
Cuz sometimes...
The people just don't wanna let go
Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo
But hold it now...
Who said were walking common streets?
You just keep rollin' them beats hip-hop cost all a?
Some lost there creativity and our sense of? humble,
Ali threw in the gloves so now im rumblin' in the jungle
Don't you worry cuz them punks will fall off figures
Times i wrote these shackle (dadadada)
You lost that love i feel?, and crackles
And only time he's able to heal the wounds
That was open? truth? community you food basket
Hypocrites, contradicting shit, every bit of it
I've heard more to save the gas? illiterate
I just hung my head in my hands and kept, workin' on the beats
But now were workin for the lands, maybe one day common streets
It's all the same,
Regardless of your record and your name
Rappers walking in the rain,
Tryna state there claim
I can take the weight they just...
Hate the back pain
There's much to gained with the money and fame
(It's like that)
I feel the power when i hear it in the streets
(It's like that)
It used to be about the lyrics and beats
(Behind that)
From tomorrow until commercialism
And now this spirits a prison
For us to walk common streets
It's all the same
Common streets
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the vibe?
Seems im in a dream as I'm walk through the southside
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the vibe?
Cuz it looks like we leavin' to the people walkin' by
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the vibe?
Verse One – Suffa
I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt,
I'll have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra,
If pain was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin,
I'm taking out the insolent in an instant when
They bring the rhyme; I'll battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn that fatty matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes circulate like rumours,
Your living proof that god has a sense of humour,
I'm butter made from the cream that came from the crop,
I'll move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name from the top,
And proclaim what I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are full of more toys than spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I'm on stage I might lose my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that there's no room in my chest,
Left for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand around your neck,
Constricting your breathing like snakebites and beestings,
I'm all up in these arseholes faces like G-Strings,
I searched the world for opposition but I fear the
Only competition I found was in a mirror.
Verse Two – Pressure
When Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,
I have to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic asks me what I do, I'll slap them mate,
And tell them I'm a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
Loudmouths make me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with their hand on their dick,
Honest, if they ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I'm unstable like a cradle bridge, so don't cross me,
I'm highly explosive; you're a child playing with matches,
I break rappers you give hairline fractures,
These actors keep it real? You're really wak it's fact,
You spit one-liners while I spit the finest chapters,
Perhaps it's time to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos nowadays you're taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and gold when they're actually poor,
Factually flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far we're willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them swallow their tongues like epileptics,
Then I'll respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still couldn't rhyme fresh,
I'm on a higher level of divineness, so call me your highness,
There's only three things that are certain in life,
1979
~Hilltop Hoods~
Intro:
Know what I'm sayin'...In 1979...
I was a 2 year old kid from Adelaide...
I wasn't a 14 year old kid from the Bronx...
It seems to me that in 1999 Hip Hop's a business...
In 1979 it was a culture... And I miss it...
Verse 1:
Suffa:
You're so fake its plain to see who you truly are,
looking less like a b-boy, more like a movie star,
forget the funk and go hook up those disco breaks,
sit down punk and take a look at what you make,
it's not hip-hop, it's something more sad, sick and seedy,
what's Popping that Gucci got to do with graffiti?
And your R & B dance-steps what about finger-popping?
b-boy electric shocking, windmills, body rocking,
so body-body rock, body-body rock, I'll take ya back,
break your back, realize b-boys aren't faking that
funk that you've forgotten hoe,
how could you have gotten so
far gone, that you could never stop and go,
back to the roots, nineteen seventy nine,
birthplace of the scratch, birthplace of the rhyme,
you'll feel it in your spine like your first taste of wine,
we'll make it back; it'll just take some time
Chorus:
Suffa:
Remember Kangol hats, fat laces and lino mats,
kids spinning on their backs to the sugar hill wax,
now the sugar hills collapsed and the sweets turned sour,
moneys walking my culture through its darkest hour,
now I wanna take you back, walk my way through time,
I was two years old in nineteen seventy nine,
but it's a time that I miss; you ask what's the difference,
Hip-hop was then a culture, now hip-hop's a business
Verse 2:
Suffa:
Zulu started b-boying as a form of expression,
to channel youths stress and their aggression,
now through the suggestion of record companies
MC's are pumping these,
problems back into ya section, and isn't it ironic?
but not the sort to make you laugh,
cuz MC's are building futures while raping the past,
taking a glass of Chardonnay and putting it to your lips,
I'd rather take a razor blade and put it to my wrist
than sell records on the basis that I have to promote
sniffing and selling coke, toting guns and smoking dope,
you're all weaving the rope that you'll hang yourself with
my only consolation is within the hip hop nation is
b-boy elements that can still get me open,
like Graff mags from Berlin, mix tapes from Oakland,
breakers from Rock Steady, plus anything from Tribe
and old school New York that's still got the vibe
[Verse 1: Pressure]
I clutch my chest for some breath that eludes me
Plain and truly, you try and comprehend your words but you lose me
Stubborn my character, I'm hanging loosely, to some loose leaf
Sign wave, it's my face, the motion moves me
I stagger awkwardly, unfortunately most can't walk with me
I thought we'd be of similar faith, yet still they talk of me
I've got a heart full of soul, yet all the hawker's be
Thoughtlessly moving through life forgetting this importancy
Now lessons taught to me fly by me like memories
As I'm endless, leap out and produce a pen of MC's
I should put my energy to enemies who pretend to be
A friend of me, regularly play the greater tongue Tennessee's
[Verse 2: Suffa]
You gots to give it up cause it's a matter of time right
I rhyme tight, it's fine like a model in the limelight
I shine light, so gets the message like a sign right
You'll find height, lyrics then regret it in hindsight
I shine biting rhyme fights with my mind right
You looking blindside and rhyme bite, kid tonight is my night
I might, blind your eyesight with my analogy
Let's clear the stage if you want to come battle me
Expand it like that, cells and calories so challenge me
I harness the beat, that's at a? and bring the cavalry
Swallow be MC's, irritating like an allergy
Hallowed be thy name if you want fame or salary
[Hook: x4]
"Give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up, give it up"
"Everybody sing"
[Verse 3: Suffa]
... You gots, you gots, you gots
You gots to give it up cause I know that you're on it
A B-Boy, the force in my soul is sonic
My words are commen-tating on the planet
The earth I tread, my sneakers hit the granite
And I'm moving, at the speed of sunrays reflecting
Off mirrored city buildings...
Along the city streets that I'm walking
Inside my Walkman, I feel the vibe of an MC talking
Speaking... spoken...
The words tap your soul and the verse gets you open
Like the mind of a bass head hitting the pipe
I step through the day and walk into the night
[Verse 4: Pressure]
I up the one-liners and I break em in half
Give em two back, to take back in the arse
Just for faking my art, now they faint in the heart
Just for making em charred, I gots to break em apart
And forsake em depart, from my path like a Jehovah's Witness
I move the crowd til they got motion sickness, here flows my sickness
From the cream of the crop, whose row's the thickest?
I'm on a stage just to show my fitness, and post a witness
My microphone's your ability, your crew admittedly
And you was feeling me, come from a true stability
I draw energy from MC provoking, but I don't
Draw breath, just to leave was unspoken
[Suffa:]
Terror cleared the skyline and anger clouded judgement
So they spent a thousand nighttimes in the desert fighting something
That they couldn't find, that made it something that they couldn't fight
Left us lamenting all the wrongs that they couldn't right
This is for the second time, we've been here before
From Vietnam to Saddam, we always needing a war
Neo-conservatives rose up like Viet Cong
Their fingers on the trigger, we won't be here long
They killed MLK and they named a day after him
They killed JFK and named an airport after him
Some guy shot a monster called Reagan so he could bone
A girl named Jodie Foster, if only he'd known
We tested nukes in the atmosphere, the sea and the dirt
And they tested all these missiles just to see if they worked
Now France got 'em, Russia got 'em, India and Pakistan
Korea want 'em, States want 'em pointed at the Taliban
Iran and Afghanistan, sands of the Arab lands
Orders from portable commands in armoured caravans
Internet, 3G cellular phones
Serial killers built mini-cells in their homes
And we had Manson, Bundy, Gacy, Son of Sam
Macarena, Superman, Chicken Dance, Running Man
Generation X and Generation Y
And the generation next will degenerate and die
Cause we got holes in the Ozone that we put there ourselves
Now the poles are a no-go, earth's cooking itself
And we can't look at ourselves so we got saline, Botox
Eighteen, fake tits, nineteen, detox
Don't stop, get it, get it, can't afford it? Get it credit
Buy it, spend it, try it, getting fat? Then you better shed it
Ab Swing, Blublocker, 2Pac or Biggie
East coast, West coast, Fat Joe or 50
Thatcher the shifty Iron Lady, Tony Blair
A princess died, some say cause she got Dodi there
Whitlam, Keating, Hawke and a promise
Of no children in poverty, wish that could have been honest
We had Abbot and Costello, right wing overlords
Promises and children, they threw 'em both overboard
Overwrought refugees thrown to a group home
Or jailed for the crime of looking for a new home
Elvis died, Hendrix died, Lennon died, genocide
In Africa, Serbia, Cambodia, pesticides
Bio-toxins, chemical warfare
All's fair in love and war, more work for the pallbearer
More terror, more unjust search and seizures
A tidal wave came and claimed the coast of Indonesia
Quakes in Iran, Japan and California
Greenhouse gas turned the world into a sauna
The trauma of mortars, martyrs, slaughters
Of partners, mourners, fathers and daughters
They chased us, caught us, numbered us to sort us
Raped us, scorned us, to break us they bought us
Third world kidneys for captains of industry
Uprising in the street, corruption in the ministry
A blowjob brought about the fall of a dynasty
And MP3s saw the fall of an industry
Doubled population, halved accommodation
Carved up resources and we starved the poorer nations
Beirut, Chechnya, all hell broke loose
Berlin, nineteen-eighty-nine man, the wall fell
Cold war ended but that didn't stop more shells
Waco lit up the sky like burning oil wells
A world laid waste with addiction
Tell Orwell truth's always stranger than fiction
Big Brother's on closed circuit TV and on cable
Reality's now scripted, celebrities for sale
Jeopardy and jail, seized, deposed
Remedies and penalties for failed CEOs
We had the Enron collapse and white-collar crime
Investors they were taxed, a dollar for a dime
The blue chip companies and blue-sky mines
We no longer choose sides we choose sidelines
Rich bleeding the kind, blind leading the blind
And history repeats, no competing with time
Gasses eating the minds of the vets that they bring home
The plague of Agent Orange, Gulf War syndrome
Soldiers sent home, posttraumatic stress leave
STDs cause the sleeve ain't sexy
AIDS shook the eighties, grim reaper with a bowling ball
Metallica "Kill 'Em All", let God scold 'em all
The Guildford Four, Chicago Seven
Mumia, Mandela, Ocean's Eleven
Half past twelve on Friday the Thirteenth
Dawn of the Dead, A Nightmare on Elm Street
Weapons free environment, war zone, phone home
Melanoma grow as we soak in the ozone
Home-grown, Hydro, Cocaine, Nitro
Werewolf in London, American Psycho
Check, cyclones, bushfires, Bush firing scuds
Baby boomers, Woodstock, what happened to the love?
What happened to the cubs? They fed 'em to the wolves
Set a trial for paedophiles, they let 'em in the schools
Set 'em on the students, turned 'em on the kids
And everyone responsible should burn for what they did
And if they try to deny then an eye for an eye
The government and church on which we try to rely
Both rob us till it hurts chasing lie after lie
Like astronauts chasing a pie in the sky
They landed on the moon but can't seem to return there
Makes some question if they ever really were there
And if they were there now and they looked back
Could we look them in the eye, could we look back?
Cause when we look back at what we have done
Can you believe what we have become?
And as we walk into the sun
Can you believe what we have become?
[Suffa:]
What's up? You miss us?
Mr. Debris say hi... "Hello, hello, hello" "Hello, hello, hello"
We are of course representing mighty, mighty Hilltop
I'm Mr. Suffa, just up the back
We got P-Delaressure...
[Pressure:]
I've been earning my stripes till I'm perfect when I'm working the mic
And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights
This ain't an urge, it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight
A service for the circus that occurs in the night
So put your money where your mouth is, we're doing it now
Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts
We're here to take back what used to be ours
So make your last words count like grooms choosing their vows
It's more than just timing (why?), the sport of slaughter with rhyming
Of course if I'm writing my name upon your corpse it's a signing
There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying
The water that's rising ain't the shore, it's more of your crying
Jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths, they know
Nothing bout surviving with the times and the news, and whole
Image is a lie and didn't like that my crew's
Got their own sneaker, feel free to walk a mile in my shoes
Hip Hop's in hard times, if it's said that time is money
Then I'll be paying dues until I hit the red
Is it dead? Or is it just the picture, which you're fed?
Write rhymes with your heart and do your business with your head
If you ever bought Pressure a beer, let it be clear
It was a blessing but I'm stressing I'll be dead in a year
Forgetting my fears for the blood, sweat and the tears
Eff a career, I'll be left with the respect of my peers
[Chorus:]
What we're doing here is crazy
"In case you haven't heard, my way's super official"
Super official with the style
"Yeah, step into my zone and get blown"
What we're doing here is crazy
If you ain't up on this then you ain't up on shit
Super official with the style
If you ain't up on this then you ain't up on shit
[Suffa (Pressure):]
Girl for one night, we'll get drunk right?
And we'll get tongue tied till we puke together
... Bitch! Big Lebowski, that rug tied the room together
Howl at the moon together like Ozzy Osbourne on tour
In Rio with Ronny James Dio on the encore
They want a Funkoar, they wanna hold a mirror
To ninety-four, they want a golden era
They wanna golden shower so I'm a give 'em
Sid Vicious, spit vicious (you can't cut me off like circumcision)
It's just how I'm living so adjust how you listen
To the music, the new shit can't be touched now I'm driven
Ain't the same old, lame old, take it in the a-hole
Payola, payroll, dude shut your cakehole
This is soul like watching some day old
Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall
And it's so beautiful it's painful, it's sweet sickness
Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known
For three minutes, and proposing in a day and a half
What we're composing here's state of the art
It weighs heavy on your brow like a crown of thorns
And that's when we break it down man, sound the horns
Now reborn, work hard, eat lunch in the car
But we play hard, Braveheart drunk in a bar
We're here to take heart, we're making music that's honest man
The movement's upon us like some rebels moving through in the forest
Carrying a torch to burn Babylon
For every musician a label ever put a saddle on
[Chorus]
[Pressure:]
Golden Era!
Lyrics to Still Standing :
[Chorus: x2]
It's been so long, we're glad we came
Before we gathered fame or had a name
Our story hasn't changed with accolades
We're still standing and we'll be back again
[Pressure:]
Standing in line, fifteen, couldn't wait
Couldn't fathom any talent in rhyme
Had to get mine, granted in mind
Was my rapping that I thought would never happen in time
Odds stacked to reject us, attacking the hecklers
Reckless with rap till they had to respect us
Laid tracks, never asked for jack for my efforts
Cause everything we do comes back to affect us
And as long as I got lungs I'm a say this
Long as we got love, we got some that will hate us
We'll never change, it's done for the faithless
And I don't care for favourites on somebody's playlist
Ain't enough paper for the names I gotta mention
Without 'em, no way I would've made it a profession
I wouldn't trade it for a day of my obsession
We're staying dedicated to perfection
[Chorus x2]
[Suffa:]
"I'm still standing" Fuck it, one of us had to
Though I'm not standing still like a statue
Man, I can tighten loops like a lasso
You see my blood runs blue like a cut up a tattoo
It's ironic, some say it's even confusing
That I'm standing cause I'm keeping it moving
And I'm still champion, we keep on improving
And I'm Main Source man, I'm Breaking and moving Atoms
What we spit is absurd
Since a kid, I've always loved the rhythm of words
The beauty of language and spewing the anguish
All over the canvas like the riff was a curb
Now if you live by the word, you die by the pen
The critics can criticise but we're the creme de la creme
Me and P-Dela we blend, what they're calling the standard
Still standing while they're screaming, "When will it end? "
[Chorus x2]
The whole crowd's like...
How long you been here? "I've been here for years"
How long you been here? "I've been here for years"
How long you been here? "I've been here for years"
How long you been here? "I've been here for years"
We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park
Still jamming, still paving the path
Still making our mark, still ain't for the faint of the heart
Still standing, still state of the art
We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park
Still jamming, still paving the path
Still making our mark, still ain't for the faint of the heart
[Suffa (Pressure):]
What's your name? Uh
Hillatoppa, Hilla, Hilla, Hillatoppa
Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya
Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper flow
See what I'm saying like a teleprompter
And you could never stop us (fucking posers!)
Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses
We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop, a
Pain killer pill popper, brain killer, slurring like
Haim, still a threat when we fill up a field
Like an open air opera, sample a snare off a vinyl
They wanna take a piece like a sharecropper, stifle
Creativity, and it's not fair fuckers!
Before you try this just know that you'd have better luck
Tryna stare off a man with no eyelids,
This is a rare offer so take advantage
A carnival of carnage climbing out your garbage (here we come)
Man we're off the hook like a carcass
These bastards try and sell shares off an artist
Fuck your share offer, cause we're off the map
And we can't be bought with any fair offer
Matter of fact fuck unfair offers, can't be bought
What the pair offer can't be taught
I used to love her then they kidnapped her
Dragged her through the streets and they shaved her fucking hair off her
[Interlude]
[Chorus:]
And she's so ugly
The music's asking why he don't love me
You've been used by too many guys
And now I can't look you in the eye, but when I met her
I was like she's so lovely
And she said "I'd let him cut me", but now it's like
You've been used by too many guys
And now I can't look you in the eye, I wish I never met her
[Pressure:]
This ain't life in the fast lane
This is hard rain, soaking and knowing you missed the last train
This ain't a date for the day
It's made that it stays timeless, they'll never take that away
This ain't glamour and shine, cameras, dimes
It's me handling mine in hazardous times
This ain't love and romance, it's hate, gluttons and antics
Paint brushing the canvas, ain't nothing attractive
So fuck a makeover, can't take the weight like a pay loader
Then we throw ya to the flamethrower
This ain't silver lined clouds
It's real and right now for the crowd to put a meal in my mouth
This ain't a beautiful temptress, nor a youthful apprentice
In the cubical doing usual stretches
It's ugly and ravished, hungry and damaged
But she's mine and the only thing that loves me that matters
[Scratches by DJ Debris]
"Right now she's an ugly bitch"
[Chorus x2]
[Pressure: Over second repeat of chorus]
Check it out! This music shit's getting so ugly
So ring the alaaaaaaarm!
[Verse 1: Mass MC]
I conversate to all MC's with my double jointed tongue
Slapping, fuck ya wack rapping
Taking-a-bite-out-of-ya-mix and best mic just happening
You're lacking in persona
While I throw lyric bombardments to your crew in every corner
I discharge a mad flow that'll stop dogs from barking
Snap your leg bones so you can use disabled parking
Give you unimaginable meanings to the word fucking
Your raps mean nothing, I get your grandma to cook me muffins
Move in so I can hide eggs in the neighbour's ceiling
In plastic bags next to the cocaine and Bruce Lee key rings
You MC's are still teething, intriguing
Before the battle pleading, after that your heads are bleeding
Miraculous flows with raggedy clothes, my trademark
Overweight but I'll still move fast, on any beat that's hard
You claiming to be battle MC's with tight flows and integrity?
Blow me, you mother fuckers are far from scary
[Verse 2: Pressure]
Pressure MC, get with me, from Adelaide to Sydney
This be dedicated to MC's that struck out but still yelling 'hit me! '
With their gimmicks and imagery, this isn't ability
They barely stand on their own two, I got infinite stability
The difference admittedly is minimally in your favour
The thinnest paper, while I got the flavour to stimulate ya
Censors and integrate the presence in every sentence
So I harness life essence and kept my blessings as lessons
My tolerance overloads, MC's are over-exposed
Can't get over themselves like females can't get over clothes
Hip-hop is overdosed like here we over rose this distortion now
Every arsehole got an opinion - but it's mainly shit talking
I break new ground while many fall short of the high land, they tir-an
Missed the point like saying 'it's that way' to a blind man
Fucked if I'm a by-stand while my cultures choking fast
My tolerance is wearing thin, man they treading on broken glass
[Chorus: x2]
Why, why
Tell me why-y
Tell me why these MC's try-y-y
[Verse 3: Suffa]
I'm reaching the threshold of my tolerance level...
Cause you might...
Weather the storm but you can't stand the rain boy
Gets played like a game boy
I'll make you FUCKING SUFFER like my name boy
Hey boy, what you got there? Is that a microphone?
Well two's company so why not leave me and the mic alone?
Fighting clones, shit they lack, I'm walking on their grave when
Alone on this mic so no one else is on my wavelength
Gave strength to the weak, gave breath to the breathless
You can take it to the street but it's like playing in asbestos
Test us, like you holier than thou, lose control of ya bounce
Pack up your suitcase and fold up your blouse
We all in the house, like home-arrest, I'm known to stress
So show your best flow and let's see my next rhyme blow your chest
Open like a surgeons scalpel, I'll leave you hurt and doubtful
Of your words cause this is murder in a mouthful
Suffa bring disaster from within, hear the laughter from my kin
I'll leave you with the Hoods logo plastered, crafted in your skin
Step and bust, but realise there's no stopping us
So watch your whole crew get fucked, like my dick was filled with Phosphorus
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4: Fatface]
I've been busting raps since the days of fat laces
There's a lot of new rappers, but they're not Fatfaces
They're disgraces, they could never be compared to me
(Like are they really that bad?) Well I'm prepared to see
I'll be at their stage show, waiting in the front row
And if they try and diss I'm gonna stop their flow
Like cholesterol in the arteries and shit in the S bend
I'll rattle their whole crew and scull back the west end
I'm destined to be known, for ripping the microphone
Try and bite like a clone, that'll never be condoned
I've shown some restraint, but now I've reached the edge
Of my tolerance level, so it's you I'm gonna sledge
I pledge allegiance to Australia, I'm a true aussie rhymer
Mate your raps stink more, than a prostitute's vagina
I find your accents laughable to say the least
You're far from honour with a life betting on junior treats fool
[Verse 5: DJ Debris]
Tell me why
I'm sick of misfits, I'm sick of twits
I'm sick of internet gits that choke a microphone, miss
From gargling piss, of their message board buddies
They should be writing real raps, instead of uni studies
I'm throwing stubbies, in the general direction
They can only battle us, when they pass our introspection
Neglection, is the sole reason for this fake fate
When the quality of life depends on board rate
And E-mates, who's reality revolves around
Incoming attachments and mp3 sounds
They think they're bound, for infinite glory
But have got a multiple choice, perspective on this story
(One)
They go back to where they came from
(Two)
They study explosives then drop bombs
(Three)
They learn to stand up, fight and terrify
(Bitch)
They look me in the eye and tell me why
[Turntablism by DJ Debris]
[Suffa:]
Duck and cover
Cause when you fuck with Suffa it's like the bomb's dropped
You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott
We got it on lock, "Deadlock! " Non-stop, "Head nod! "
Even when the song stop...
Step in the cipher and it's danger
I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber
And he don't fuck around
[Pressure:]
We've gained such renown
For this state of the art custom sound
For them custom built rappers with under-skilled narratives
The good die young, me and Suff' are still bad with this
Rhyme style it's lethal, "Prime time the sequel! "
Ain't got a single fan, just like-minded people
I told you from the start, I'm a soldier of the art
Effortless, take every breath and hold it to your heart
With Debris and my brother Suffa, so watch another sucker run for cover
It's the return of the motherfucking motherfuckers!
[Chorus:]
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"
"How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
It's Debris... [Lil' Fame:] "Blow the war zone, not now but right now! "
[Suffa:]
Obsessive compulsive, repulsive, insulting
Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin
Assaulting the system, "A system that's broken! "
The cistern is broken, the shit is just floating
I spit till you're open underground
P-Delaressure and he don't fuck around
[Pressure:]
Now album number five, "Worked hard to earn that! "
No doubt it was a fight, "Too far to turn back! "
Now I step in the sun, take the weather however it comes
Although I'm a second son, I'm second to none
Lesson is done, what goes around comes around
Suffa's down, and he don't fuck around
[Suffa (Pressure):]
The Hood spits the news like Wolf Blitzer, crews
Fear the pit bull in the pulpit, yo it's the
World War Three in a whisper
The Mr. Suffa (and Mr. Pressure)
[Simultaneous] (We rips it rougher)/We spits it fresher
[Chorus:]
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"
"How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
[Interlude]
[Pressure:]
Your nemesis on verses, the desperate and worthless
Try and flame the name, we can wrestle in a furnace
"Never! " came half-hearted, "Never! " came last, started
Everyday like it's my last till my craft's mastered
"And we can get it on! " I'm at peace with myself
Cause there's a piece of myself in every song
I don't just write rhymes, I spent a lifetime building
A lifeline accommodating night time's children
And now they love the sound
Play me with a Gravyspitter and he don't fuck around
[Suffa:]
Check... ain't no stepping to me
Cause P and Suffa bad mothers like Treacherous Three
So "Feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat"
You feel your hearts weep cause you still can't beat
The Hills, and aren't we just still too rugged?
I can feel you love it, we the real blue-blooded, c'mon!
[Chorus]
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... "on the shows you did"
"How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
I don't give a goddamn... listen, I don't know...
[GZA:] "How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid"
[Verse 1: Pressure]
It's the calm before the storm that sends that feeling to my frontal lobe
As thunder roams the sky at night I see shelter yet run alone
The rain soaks me to the bone assisted by the winter wind
The chill is blisterin', my patience for this world begins to thin
Handed in my heavy clothes, the hail rains heavy blows
Heavens chose to endeavour the weather, my very foe
Can barely close, my frozen hand around my own fucking dream
With each breath, puff and seam, the night air cools my blood stream
The freeze gripping my chest, my knees strip into flesh
My screams echo through the night but no-one's listening unless
They see it eye to eye, but it's like the fog slowly buries me
They light their lights as sky my vision shows me momentarily
The edge of the roadside, thanks to cars I'm covered in spray
Then I try and hitch a ride, the traffic moves the other way
Then I ain't seen the suff for days, just like my life's energy
I stagger on relentlessly and see something ahead of me
I cramp by shelter, I'd take a life for some space
And knowin' lightning never strikes twice in one place
I fight for a taste of the dry life, better know as the high life
But I'm expelled into the winds and that's herald, the story of my life
I keep on through the raging storm and all these distorted sounds
Thoughts of how I'm getting mine no matter how watered down
I'm quarter drowned, quarter frozen, quarter lost, quarter fucked!
Man it's been raining for days and I think I'm wet enough
Enough, treading water just to be the next man's shelter
Enough, drowning victims even though you know I felt ya
I've got enough problems on my own, find a sanctuary
Within the eye of the storm, I feel the calm agony.
[Verse 2: Suffa]
I walk through life like a drunk in a bar
I no longer see the light that comes from the stars
Cause clouds hang overhead like paintings in the gallery
And rain pats on my head, voices in my head sing "Battle me"
I challenge the sky, and the sky spits and runs
So the moistures at my heals and I run quicker, fast
From the mystic dancer, that is the weather pattern
Either clapping, attacking, a peaceful night can never happen
When it rains for days and leaves you soaked to the bone
I exhale steam like I was smoking a bone
I try coping alone but the rain goes through the night
And it opens my dome like raining blows in a fire
I've been inside for days, I've been trapped in the south side
Cause, hip hop's a haze and the sky's a blaze outside
I put in my headphones and listen to some Daddy O
To try escape the drone of rain hissing on my patio
But the rain always comes back, never stops, never fades
Banging on my window like cops, in a raid man
What, would I trade, for sunlight I feel like ground beneath
And knock myself out, relieving Suffa from this cabin fever, ah
The wilds are wailing, diva howling at my shutters, gutters
Overflowing, blowing the wind, it whispers suffa.
I wish another day would come and bring the sun in tow
Cause this storm's a raging ocean and I'm sucked in by the undertow
The thunder throws a frightening blow, the lighting glows and disappears
It appears, that it'll be days before the fog and mist will clear
Streams and logs and missiles here, watch that they don't take a
Roll on up
As we proceed, to give you what you need
Roll on up
As we proceed, we hit the freeway and roll
(on up)
[Verse 1: Suffa]
Shows and flows til the rhyme was felt
Coast to coast and cut through the Bible belt
A tribal yell til the vibe was felt
Surviving hell and back man, on every track, man saliva spelt
Hilltop, we hustled independently
It's Obese, the muscle in the emblem
We paved roads with our soul and suffering
For the stage coach carrying hip hop to roll on up in
And there's something that's making them nervous
The undergrounds taking these verses and breaking the surface
With a brand new cockiness, a brand new confidence
Treat em like they owe me man; pay me my compliments
No obstacles the fans and the fam make it possible
And Obese got a roster full of rocket fuel
So keep an eye out for those out ripping it up
Putting it down, cause the fans are now picking it up
[Chorus: Suffa with Pressure]
Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living
In rock's shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing
Roll on up, and come and see emcees free
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes
Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living
In rock's shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing
Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll
[Verse 2: Pressure]
With this everyday hustle
Ain't nothing over night man, it takes struggle to make muscle
And half of these kids are under the poverty line
The other half confuse skills with gonna be signed
But this world doesn't owe you a debt
So don't you expect a hand out or me to show you respect
I got no regrets, why? Cause really it's proof
That makes a good lie better than the hideous truth
I don't preach or scream ain't trying to teach the scene
The only guidelines are those you need to read between
Cause the eighties is gone, it's a crazy biz
Nowadays hip hop's whatever the fuck I say it is
The reason I'm down, and kept my feet on the ground
So I could breathe life back into the street with my sound
So from the rappers to the vinyl stores, risking their spinal cord
To define a cause we about to reach our final straw
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Suffa & Pressure]
[Suffa:]
We roll on ripping it
Cause some of these execs are just soulless lepers
They'll buy your lunch cause they stole your breakfast
Now who I'm going to let control these records (what?)
And who's going to hold these weapons
Roll independent (roll up)
We owe nothing to no-one
Got love for Elefant Traks, and love for the Shogun
Got love for hydrofunk and the homespun
[Pressure:]
'Cause we a dying breed and this loathsome
Industries about the mint, not the plant that dresses lunches
Nah man it's the plant that presses hundreds
We run with each and every rhymer since
'Cause I never been so large that I couldn't read the finer print
[Chorus: x16]
"Hillatoppa, Hilla, Hilla, Hillatoppa"
[Pressure:]
My words ring true, so until the end of the marriage
Cutting my neck from my back is the only severance package
For this veteran that is blessed and possessed with the language
In a profession that takes less than a second for Pressure to vanish
I scream vocals clear in the hope you're hearing your host
Less we choke in fear of the smoke and the mirrors
This scene is on fire, feeding my bleeding desire
So when P's behind the wheel indeed you'll need to retire
Cause I'm a "Hillatoppa", breath no less than seventy proof
Yeah, we connect with the youth when my left is caressing your tooth
Invested in confessing the truth, the proof, my sweat in the booth
Hang around, this is ending with your neck in a noose
So move back, call truce, retract (move back)
We're too fat to fall through the cracks
And I never had quitting in mind, sick of my rhyme?
Slit your wrist and consider this the finishing line
The finishing line...
[Chorus x8]
[Suffa (Pressure):]
You better swallow your pride like lions eating their young
Cause I'm a beast with a beat, two lungs and a drum
And now that Mister Superflow is back on his feet
I'm going stupid bro so you can go back to your seat
I'm a "Hillatoppa" filled with vodka and vinegar
Mocking you miniatures, more props than Bollywood cinema (last call)
Me and P will be drunk all summer
Jim Carey, Jeff Daniels, call us drunk and dumber
People are starving and they're putting Lamborghini doors on a fucking Hummer?
Give some to the funky drummer
And I'll ride this beat like a drunken lover
With no fucking rubber and I fucking love her
(Bitch!) Girl don't leave me
I need you and see that you don't need me
But if you leave me alone you'll break my heart
I'll fall apart and lose my seat on the throne like an opera
[Chorus x8]
[Samples: x2]
"But you don't want me"
"But you can't have me"
"But you don't want me"
"Leave you down on your knees"
[Hook:]
Pressure MC and the pressure
gonna bless ya mind
[Verse 1: Suffa with Pressure]
It's the immortal MC's we came to build on this earth
So we blessed the microphone like priests did children at birth
Many see microphone mastery please keep it to heart that we
are not masters of this art its simply this art that has mastered me
For those that shall come after me
Your rhymes just fill the holes with laughter we
ataxic your duo, don't go starting me
And I am for Reeealll like Outkast apologies
as long as we rockin the mic ain't no stopping me
I rock it properly, Hilltops a property
Sometimes I feel that stress is squashing me like fat girls on top of me
Now honesty will get you everywhere
Then everywhere's all over the place like your rhyme styles
so you got styles from anywhere
Lest we dead or be ourselves or see ourselves as individuals
So I make tracks on digital to please myself
Fuck MC's that felt they're hard done by
Sayin tonight's their night
I set their mic alight and have me float my sunrise
[Hook:]
MC and the Pressure
gonna bless ya mind
[Verse 2: Suffa with Pressure]
We got the funk, we got the fire like George Clinton
MC's take an intern like interns take it from Bill Clinton
Smoke that cigar, don't take a breath take a drag
I blow on spots like 200 proof, meth and a rag
See this is livin the flesh like cancer live in the breast
The realest test make you party people scream "yes yes"
So if MC's wanna test don't give up the fight
You need to stand up with your mic and battle all night
Alright, these MC's I'm rippin them n' flippin them
When it comes to mic control I got soul like Minnie Riperton
So do you wanna ride through the south side and Hilltops
with the Certified Wise
Heard you might try but you can't battle perfection
These boys will blow you high like adrenaline injections
When we flex an even RSL diggers label us veteran
Lack direction we put hip hop on the map in your section
[Hook:]
Hip hops phattest notes...
Pedigree...
[Verse 3: Suffa & Pressure]
Now how can you compete with this
Half of you are weak as piss
The weaken always need to diss
Your open like a bleeding wrist
Your focus you arn't seeing this
We're doper than weed and trips
No peace without war go to war to get a piece of this
They cease and miss, we're keeping on
Our rhyme styles your sleeping on
Our fuse is lit and where's the bong
See the naked truth like peeping Tom's
Your styles are weak, mate keep it strong
Your girl said she needs a long
and on and on and on she kept on...
Your style slept on my mattresses
There's no crew that matches this
Try to play the roller but this is nothing but actresses
But don't you kid the phatness is
The shit like we ate laxatives
Underground's where we're from immortal hip hop activists
[Hook:]
MC and the Pressure
[Intro: Bukue One]
Oh my god boy
Bukue One here with the Hilltop Hoods man
Come and hear, aiyyo
The year 2000, we got something new
We on some next, way out of here
We got stuff so dope you know
Guess what, even the deaf can hear
Yeah
[Verse 1: Suffa (Bukue One)]
It's the Hilltop Hoods and, Bukue in the place
From the place where the kids rhyme with flies on their face
(Australia) And the Oakland crew
(Star fighter number one to ya'll, Bukue)
Hear us, they feel it in their spirit and they cheer us
Fabulous flows from the three life feelers
? Flak check to match up?, the fact test, I snap necks
Like whiplash, I get down, I get smashed, so sit down
Don't get rash, just check out, the kick out... Now
Hear this, I'm a tell you what I like
I like crowds when they scream, hate when they booing
Hip-hop that's clean, not rap that's deluded
I like to dispute the - undisputed
Like to, kick a style, teaching Howard how to do it
Now hear this, don't read my lips
The only sign I want to see in the air, is a fist
[Hook: Bukue One]
Sign language not needed when we appear
With these flows so deep even the "Deaf can hear"
Heartfelt delivery is loud and clear
Simple telepathy so the "Deaf can hear"
If your not feeling this then disappear
We don't need you cause "The deaf can hear"
Our sounds penetrate like the ancient spears
Penetrating the soul so the "Deaf can hear"
[Verse 2: Bukue One]
Top of the hills with contents under pressure
Star fighter Bukue makes you sufferer
Now hear this...
Irresistible lyricism with compatible turntable techniques
Speaking with vocal presence of a messiah
Who inspires all, sets tracks on fire
You be tortured, radiating heat no doubt
Burning toys - from the, inside out
Crowds burst into flame, each bomb makes it hotter
Before the show I hid all extinguishers
Hahaha, no way of prevention
It was either burn to death or smoke inhalation
Alleviates you a painful existence
Allow your spirit to ascend (Rest in peace)
All this seen at the show very clear
Rhymes penetrate so even the deaf can hear
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Pressure]
It's the Hoods, you can't hear this? Then get my picture
Cause all I need's a beat bass and lip twitcher
To fix ya, it's audible without the use of sign wave
I'm [? ], might play, now MCs do it my way
Now I'll wait, cause time's ticking, my rhymes kicking
I feel my mind tripping on words and phrases, the lines thicken
My memory, from the next MC's telepathy
But I leave 'em deaf and dumb and put in double jeopardy
Regrettably, some are hard in their interior
Even the deafest MC's be yelling "Crack it man, I'm hearing ya"
Now whether the fans are cheering ya or whether they're rivals
Whether their freestyle recitals just be needing some titles
They all listen in, to rhyme slander
It's the highlanders?, demander
Beats might slam ya, and your peer's weak
Radiate toxic thoughts over deaf, hear me clearly
[Verse 1: Pressure]
So many onlookers witness vibes, but never live that life
So how they gonna start to run their mouths and criticise?
About this culture that we give our lives, rap's a whore that's written
Tried so many washed up sounds on any given tide
Openly B-Boy's sympathise, but never live tonight
They couldn't give a fuck whether this rap culture will live or die
The common question given's 'Why? ', I looked at different skies
See that it's the same fame that will face seas and glittering eyes
So all these distorted views, so called important news
Headlines are [? ] crews, but really mate, FUCK what they thought of you
Busting your gut for poor reviews, to open doors and muse
So people talk of you like Waterview to discard you like a whore that's used
It's sorts ya bruised with not much more to lose, dignity torn in two
The massive bill you've fought it through, more tries, more like that score that you
You see all the public's point of views, built on distorted news
Stereotype to the point they don't know who they're talking to
[Hook: Pressure (Suffa)]
(A B-Boy, the force in my soul is sonic)
"Distortion, distortion"
(A B-Boy, the force in my soul is sonic)
"Distortion, distortion"
I hear the beat (Hear the beat)
I feel the vibe (Feel the vibe)
I smell the sweat (Smell the sweat)
I see the pride (See the pride)
Get to taste (Get to taste)
Fame and fortune (Fame and fortune)
There lies uncluttered (Uncluttered)
"Distortion"
[Verse 2: Pressure]
I'm an Aussie B-Boy! Yeah just another decoy
Sent to un-fill my world so they can destroy
They dig foundations that we employed, yet steady being devoid
Of propaganda that many seem to enjoy
Helpless, selfless careers take a path, although they're faint in heart
The media attention they receives enough to make a start
The image hardly makes a start, although they're fake in heart
Laying so much shit they never stay, it's time to take a bath
Then they make the chart, but they'll never take the heart
From a fabled art, too many B-Boy's awake and smart
And even in my waking mark, the first negate the last
But I swear on death that you will never catch me faking arse
Public communions aim to spark, only flame my heart
And wash over this culture like sulphur, over tainted glass
Despite the grip of hate is fast, and this sedated grass
Strangling the life from hip-hop so let's make it last
[Scratches by DJ Debris:]
"Classic example of... " - Q-Tip
[Pharoahe Monch:]
Now, we bring danger to strangers who claim "to defame the crew! "
Pharoahe, Hilltop Hoods, never singing the blues
Slinging these new singles for you to mingle to
Australian Hip Hop but not kangaroos
Change the game a little, rearrange the rules
Your whole frame is brittle man, you came to lose
We drop classics you bastards
My final four defeats sweet sixteens like March madness
It's not passive, it's so ravenous
This collaborative effort is not average
It's magnanimous, thus, my little crew got loose screws
These dudes will put two in your cabbage
One in your laminate, three in your manager's Phantom
Don't be a candidate for Animal Planet
Lyrical savages and CD anger management classes
Look how we handle 'em, we leave 'em in bandages damn it
[Chorus: Scratches by DJ Debris {Pharoahe Monch}]
{Classic example! } "I do my thing for real"
{Pharoahe! } "While I cooked up classics" - Common
"The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine"
"While I cooked up classics" - Common
[Suffa"]
No stopping us now, Hilltop in this, we locking it down
Apocalypse now, we're not with this monotonous sound
It's innocuous Hip Hop and we're on top of a cloud
Rocking a crowd, dropping this like "Who's not with us now, huh? "
They're all feeling our movement, it's
Got DJs scratching up my shit like removalists
Who is this ludicrous, furious, humorous
Dude that just threw us off the back of a tour bus?
Two of us, "bringing that shit that got your hands clapping! "
Luminous, "swinging my dick like Dr. Manhattan! "
... I had to stop for breath
Cause our shit's like Joan of Arc, man it's hot to death
We blowing up the spot, not once but twice like P-Monch
Blowing up some Reebok pumps when I beatbox
"Come to life! " We'll try get this drunk out of here
My shit's a classic, man get the FUCK out of here
[Chorus: Scratches by DJ Debris {Suffa}]
"I do my thing for real"
{Mr. Suffa! } "While I cooked up classics" - Common
"The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine"
"While I cooked up classics" - Common
[Pressure {Pharoahe Monch}:]
This ain't so-so promo, believe me it's pro
Dope flow that don't know the meaning of no
Me and my co., {Pharoahe! } won't be leaving the show
Till the speakers blow from the heat of my flow
"We write classics! " for back alley theatrics
Playing with fire living in a house built with matchsticks
Haters wanna roll with me now, showing love
Guess I'm just too busy holding it down to hold a grudge
Your average amateurs panic and choke
They ain't actually dope, they're high on cannabis smoke
I'm still the man if I don't blow a grand on a rope
Cause fortune favours the brave, that's why these rappers are broke... huh
Props to Nu-Mark for jacking the sample
Debris could lay a scratch with his arms full
Keeping heads packed like a carpool
Back for the masses to marvel, here's another classic example
[Chorus: Scratches by DJ Debris {Pressure}]
"I do my thing for real"
{Pressure MC! } "While I cooked up classics" - Common
"The bottom line, my sound system ready to shine"
"As sure as the sun rises in the east
It also sets in the west"
"The sun is much more than a giant lightbulb
There are other forces at work in the sun"
"The sun is a sphere of hot, seething gases
and surges of radiation"
"The sun is so large
it would take a hundred and nine Earths strung end to end
to equal its diameter"
"How do you capture a piece of the sun?"
"Hilltop Hoods"
"And then the sun, we'll expect a connection to the sun"
[Pressure]
Well, 'Drinking from the Sun' is kinda like, it's a
metaphor that you know
We're, we're from a, we're from an underground culture
that's kind of risen up into, into the limelight
So we're sort of from, from down below drinking from
Verse 1: Suffa
We went from spitting jams to fifty fans in a little cramped room
A shoebox you couldn't fit a shoe in to touring
Switzerland with my man in a minivan
Being the man of the minute can happen in a minute man
And it's funny, I've seen buddies that I trust turn away
‘cause money can't buy you love but it can earn you hate
And none of you gave a fuck till the movement went large
Now every crew is making music, every dude has got bars
Now every half ass bar fly up in the bar rhymes
We sit about, spitting ‘bout the dark and the hard times
But got perspective on the fighting for the crowns and such
When we encountered and old pal who had been down on his luck
In some volleys pushing trolleys eating soup from a tin
My girls like golly, man these pollies aren't improving a thing
Well swap your worries for some bolly, swap your suit for some wings
And fly with us, we light it up and it's a beautiful thing
Chorus:
?, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground
?, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground
Verse 2: Classified
That's where I started at, the days of Walkman's and starter hats
The open mic nights mastering the art of rap
We man made, underground like an artefact
We don't need to worry when the market crash
I'm from the bottom, bottom of new Scotland
Planted all my seeds watered them then watched it blossom
Then they try to tell me over time we'd be forgotten, rotten
Thinking that you're gonna keep me boxed in? Nonsense
Hilltop and Class rock till your noggins nodding
You can walk in my shoes but never fit in my jeans
I do this with no option till my body's old and rotten and exhausted, keep it going ‘cause I'm living my dream
till the grave we'll spit the pain and, when it comes to picture painting
We might be the illest rated with the visuals illustrated
That's ill communication, therapy for life without the rehabilitation, keep waiting I'm about to blow up
Chorus:
?, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground
?, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground
Verse 3: Pressure
We about to blow it up, but we all started this as amateur
Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveller
It said that raps a façade, you'll never manage it
In these parts, I guess it's our scars that give us character
We misfits and slackers, at risk kids or hackers
With a wish list, sick of doing six shifts at Macca's
From listeners to rappers, prestigious to hapless
I don't need a gift to know that this shit is backwards
When done officially another visionary
Will lights the flame, write their name in their sweat?
It's got a symphony, fuck the industry, let them come we're the ones carving history
So we rhyme for the hurt and poor, hard work and for
International, heard applaud to local suburban tour
Ya'll gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw
Furthermore ask yourself what you're searching for?
Im about to blow up
The underground
Verse 4: Solo
Follow me to a place I like to go
Liner notes are signposts to find that which lies below
Born in eighty eight so I came in late
To find for the first time in life I felt right at home
Through the growing pains and hostile take overs
People trying to put us down like Beethoven
We stayed strong and remained focused
Until they had no other choice but to stand up and take notice
Never thought what I wrote on a page back in the day
Would ever have me catching a plane
Or rapping up on a stage
Staring out at the crowd in amazement
Thinking back on the days when
We were confined to the limitations of the basement
The subterranean kids became the main event
I pay respect to those who spent days laying foundations
Countdown to detonation
Chorus:
?, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground
I'm wondering where the day went,
The clouds have me shrouded in grey but,
I'm still out pounding the pavement, word,
Drowning the hurt by pounding rounds in brown paper,
Founded a label now I'm drowning paperwork,
But now the crew I'm down with found an escape from work,
And I love it ‘cause that what your hard work gets you,
My heart bursts through my chest I'm rescued,
So forget what the rest do,
I'm blessed to do it with two of who are the best to do it,
Do I love it?
Look at our goals,
If we never stood in the cold we wouldn't evolve,
Used to put my crooked foot in what I couldn't resolve,
But took control now, hard work is good for my soul,
And I love it, growing through life and stress,
Knowing the fight is just half of self-imposing our righteousness,
Contract owners and licenses, showbiz in lights we're just,
Searching for that moment of pricelessness
B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop,
We had nothing but the tuck shop,
We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops,
Now we're all grown up and it's still about Hip Hop
I love it, I love it
Five days deep in the booth, and spent Friday leaping through loops,
Then spent the weekend sideways, seeking the truth,
And I won't lie they keep me on my toes these days,
But I won't lie, hey I beat ‘em with the flow for days,
‘Cause I love it, a pen and pads like a red rag to a bull,
I see red like Leningrad,
Raising a crowd from a vacant lot's like, like how?
Raising a brow on the face of god right? Right now,
And I love it a life with no regret,
No success without a price that owes a debt,
I roll the dice and despite the road ahead,
Hope that in a crisis I might just know the ledge,
But I love it like take away beer,
And a sunset to lay away our day-to-day fears,
See haters under rates us but this status takes years,
And it ain't where we're at; it's how we made our way here
B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop,
We had nothing but the tuck shop,
We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops,
Now we're all grown up and it's still about Hip Hop
I love it, I love it
And we can be in a hotel, worst part of town and,
Support act, we ain't half as loud but,
Twice as nice you can ask the crowd then,
We passing out in a departure lounge and,
I love it, I hug the road like an old friend,
Like the world won't revolve unless we're rolling on it,
It holds them on it, it‘s soul melodic,
And oh they want it and I love it,
Been chasing the dream
Everyday a new place, new faces and scene,
Living out a suitcase few breaks in between,
There's been very few days I'd loose faith in my team,
Got love far from home through the winter and summer,
No matter how hard the road or the distance I cover,
Even bitter when I'm missing my significant other,
I wouldn't trade it for the world given another,
‘Cause I love it...
B-Boys...
B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop,
I love it, I love it,
We had nothing but the tuck shop,
I love it, I love it,
We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops,
I love it, I love it,
Now we're all grown up and it's still about Hip Hop
King Kong ain't got shit on me
As I as I yea, I ‘onna fight I'm winning anyway I'm winning I'm winning any
motherfucking way I can't loose
Hard rock, hard minute Hip-Hop encore (x 4)
Don't sleep don't sleep don't sleep (lets do it now) x 4
Living up to me is the wrong move (x 3)
Anything we mix is a classic
Hard rock, hard minute, Hip-Hop encore (x 8)
(Don't sleep)
Rockin' to the rhythm, I'll be right here (scratching)
Hard rock, hard minute, Hip-Hop encore (x 4)
Living up to me is the wrong move (Any yo) (x 3)
I lay down my music 10 feet from where I lay down
Immersed in the beat short breaks turn to breakdowns
'Cause when you work where you sleep you don't sleep
'Cause you work on the beats 'till it hurts then you creep
Into bed and wake her from her sleep and she's hurt
Cos she work through the week and hasn't heard not a word
Nor a peep from the jerk that she keeps in her heart
That she forgives when he nurse her to sleep word it's deep
When I peel them lids back and emerge from my sleep
I feel so big that I can make a shirt from a sheet
A crown from a church steeple, two jeeps for my sneaks
So people worship this creep as I surf down the street
I'm the surgeon of beats, your girl purrs when I speak
We rehearsing in a church to a circus of freaks
We the last ones to lay down first on our feet
So stay down or get hurt by what lurks in the deep
Free the perps from the police, we disturbing the peace
We flood the streets like a water main burst and released
A merciless beast with a thirst for the feast
Man we treat every meal like it's our first in the week
We dispersing the weak, I'm the person to beat
Man I'm unbeatable; I can beat a person for weeks
We disturbed, we the freaks, we the ones you don't listen to
Drinking from the sun, now son we're the ones dissing you
We don't ever stop
We won't let it drop
La-da-la-la-la
We don't ever stop
We won't let it drop
Let the vultures at the counter culture
Now we don't ever stop
We won't let it down
La-la-da-la-la
We move mountains and drink from the sun
We're timeless like riders on the storm
Survivors like the light that rises in the dawn
If crisis makes fighters of the pawns
We rise us through the night as lifeless and we're born
Fight in my heart, suicide with my art
Until I depart I'm a write until I light up the dark
These are battle songs to lift ya from your catatonic fixture
And I can walk on water but I stagger on the liquor
This ain't a Saturday sport or matinee talk
With throw away sentences like the magistrate court
Scratch that, now hear me, attacks don't give me doubt
I drop a powerhouse track black the city out
And when we lose it let the mood of music reach us
Coming through the tunes that free us, revolution through your speakers
The third rock never stops the world turns
Eyes glued to the clock as we watch the world burn
We don't ever stop
We won't let it drop
La-da-la-la-la
We don't ever stop
We won't let it drop
Let the vultures at the counter culture
Now we don't ever stop
We won't let it down
La-la-da-la-la
We move mountains and drink from the sun
Renegades whenever on center stage
That's my sweat upon the letters I bled on the pen and page
C'mon, so what's your rhyming worth, better get a lawyer 'cause
I crucify your verse just to get a point across
We've been refining and grinding till late night
Why? 'Cause even stars lose their shine in the daylight
Linked as one just think what we'll become
Verse One – Suffa
Let me introduce myself, raise them beers,
Suffa MC, been doing this for more than ten years,
Ever since I was a youngster, I brought the funk for
The love, and for the party people to get drunk to,
Since back in the day we've been the major crew,
When I step on the stage it's like De Ja Vu,
Years of performing, years of practice,
Respect from my peers, my girls tears on the mattress,
Every time that we went on tour,
And she was left behind feeling insecure,
But she needn't worry; I wasn't chasing a girl to rock right,
I was chasing the warm glow of a spotlight,
City after city, state to state,
We were just three mates rocking beats and breaks,
So if you made it to a Hoods show to check the style,
You get much respect, you made it all worthwhile.
Verse Two – Pressure
Let me introduce myself, raise them beers,
Pressure MC, been doing this for more than ten years,
It's been a long road I'm glad I stayed on track,
A dream of making raps, and getting played on wax,
It seems that faking jacks want to cause my demise,
Along the way wouldn't give me play but couldn't stop the course of my rise,
Now of course the sky's the limit, we fly get with it,
You ain't underground, that's because you dig it,
It took infinite skills and hard work to get this far jerk,
Look me in the face, now I'm the one who wears a smart smirk,
It wasn't all negative, took the good with the bad,
Us falling will never happen, like catching the Hoods in drag,
In orderly fashion I'm thanking those who supported me,
Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me,
From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets,
So if you own a Hoods album you get 'nough respect.
Verse Three – Suffa
Let me introduce myself, raise them beers,
Suffa MC, been doing this for more than ten years,
We've been through a lot to perfect this art,
When Next left the group it near broke my heart,
But then Debris stepped up as the DJ,
A super team spearheaded by PJ,
Chasing dreams like Fats chasing punani,
It's all about the culture, never been about the money,
But we had to watch people trying to take advantage
Of us, trying to damn near rob us,
We got slowed down by dodgy contract offers,
But it would take a nation of millions to stop us,
We got our propers, paid our dues in triplicate,
Ripping it, till other crews were insignificant,
I've stayed true, never made myself a hypocrite,
Trust me, I'm wise I got the certificate.
Verse Four – Pressure
Let me introduce myself, raise them beers,
Pressure MC, been doing this for more than ten years,
Yeah we made it far, through beats pumping and flows,
My bro Rated R props for being the drunkest at shows,
And support from my mates who fought for the stakes,
Of Oz hip-hop, props to record stores, I bought from their crates,
You see talking it takes less than walking the stakes,
So put your money where your mouth is and stop flaunting as fakes,
For those who stuck by me over time I put yours over mine,
Don't have to speak your names you know my mind,
In this simple game of respect it's given as it's taken,
Been given props, now respected tracks is what I'm making,
Shouts to everyone I met on tour,
It's our hip hop ladies and gentlemen let's keep it pure,
So here's another LP from the Hoods to crank to,
Hope you dig the rest of this album people I got to thank you.
Bridge - Suffa
That's right Pressure.
We gotta thank everyone who's supported us, been there for us.
You get much respect, But for now...
Verse Five - Suffa & Pressure
Let us introduce... (DJ Debris)
He's a cut above the rest. (And that's where he'll be)
Let us introduce... (DJ Debris)
He's a cut above the rest. (And that's where he'll be)
(DJ Debris)
Here for more than ten years.
Here for more than ten years.
Here for more than ten years.
Another war another martyr revered,
Passed the fear from their fathers then it's lasting for years,
Bullets don't discriminate the skin colour they pierce,
We speak the same language brother
love, laughter and tears,
Refugees trading death for a prison,
While some base a set of opinions on race, sex or religion,
C'mon, enough day to day stress of just living,
Without giving a fuck if they're hated just cause you're different,
Let's do it under the name of the love that became lost,
Dress it up how you want, we're cut from the same cloth,
Scars of hate, frowns stitched to our faces,
Can't escape the cage we forge, we've got bars to break,
For those living every bit of the struggle,
Given to hustle trying to figure how they fit in the puzzle,
Cause right now we're in pieces and peace is the people as one,
Till then we're treated like we're speaking in tongues so here we come
I am, you are, we are one,
We're two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we're speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum,
I am, you are, we are one,
We're two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we're speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum
Media is teaching the young, debate about belief in the one,
Can make an eight-year soldier fall asleep with a gun,
While tax mans hands deep in your funds, raping your ones,
Money tight like we tweaking the drums it's like we speaking in tongues,
But no book burnings or church sermons,
I surf currents, my words burn like a dirt furnace,
Confusion leads and anguish sells,
But this music succeeds where even language fails,
To convey free honest expression,
It's a problem trying to get people to acknowledge progression,
My goal is to leave a lasting iconic impression,
Controlling crowds like demonic possession and ain't no time to invest in,
Biting the hand that created the platform,
Attaching pseudo patriotic crap to a rap song,
Hoods and 2na try to unify the people as one,
And yet we're treated like we're speaking in tongues so here we come,
I am, you are, we are one,
We're two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we're speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum,
I am, you are, we are one,
We're two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we're speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum
I would never,
Hate someone for the way they display love for someone else,
(And if you do)
The blame comes from the weight of the way that you see yourself,
Take some of the weight off your plate by taking the hate away,
And then maybe you'll make your way to start loving yourself
Fear's a cancer logic is a countermeasure,
A property that you can't count or measure,
I got a problem with people who got a problem with,
The way that other people wanna live – that's their prerogative,
They're mad at how you love, where your prayers are going,
Their anger's like a drug, they're mad at where you from,
But fuck a redneck checking if your visa's valid,
They act like pigs and chickens I'm sick of Ceaser salad,
So we seize the mallet, and we swing on the ignorant,
Can't speak our language? Then we'll see if you can sing in it,
Hoods and 2na try to unify the people as one,
And yet we're treated like we're speaking in tongues so here we come
I am, you are, we are one,
We're two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we're speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum,
I am, you are, we are one,
We're two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we're speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum
They pick me up just to pull me down,
March to different drums, come from all around,
It's like we're speaking in tongues,
It's like we're speaking in tongues,
They pick me up just to pull me down,
March to different drums, come from all around,
It's like we're speaking in tongues,
It's like we're speaking in tongues
I am, you are, we are one,
We're two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we're speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum,
I am, you are, we are one,
We're two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun,
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
Comments - Devil
When people hear about some psycho killer, it can lead them to thinking about the nature of evil, which leads to thoughts about right or wrong or bad or good.
All that thinking can get ugly.
Yeah, you don't want to consider crap like that, you just want them to go through with living their lives.
Mmm, what do you do to gut their souls?
Verse 1 – Suffa
I was granted an audience in the devils maze,
I sat by his throne and we talked for days,
He told me about his ancient battles with arch-angels,
He told me loneliness was the torture most painful,
He said if I filled my lifetime with sin,
I could earn myself a seat that was right by him,
And if I didn't, that was fine by him,
Cos everyday a million souls just fly right in,
He could barely keep up with the souls of all the people,
It's not easy being sole controller of all evil,
He said “Too many people want to burn with me,
I swear free wills a bitch and so's eternity,
So what you learn from me might save you from suffering,
You don't want to see the bowels of the earth rupturing,
Take a breath, suck it in, I got more to tell,
And time's of no consequence when you're in hell.”
Comments - Devil
What do you do to gut their souls?
I don't do squat anymore, they do it all for you.
I'm not sure if I'm following?
Mankind has progressed to a point in it's Dim-witted history, where life has been drained of all its enchantment.
Verse 2 – Suffa
I had a lot a questions;
I asked the devil to explain
Why I always think that people have it in for me?
And why I always feel like the sky's closing in on me?
This is what he said,
“The sky's not falling it's just angels committing suicide,
Cos they're so saddened by humans using genocide,
As a political tool, considering all you humans have,
The way you act belittles you all,
Now hell is so full that we started expanding,
Damnation is a business and the markets demanding.”
I asked him if the city streets buckled and cracked,
And hell rose to earth then would heaven collapse?
He smiled; I knew that smile was his response,
I thought to myself, he's almost got what he wants,
He said “I'll tell you my one desire,
That's for earth itself to become my empire,
Every politicians like a gun for hire.
Even the church of nativity's come under fire,
So you can tell I'm getting close to my goal,
Of creating a world where I can torture every soul.”
Chorus
Sitting with the devil, this is what I learned,
Apart from the ways a human soul can be burned,
It's that though we learn from our mistakes we're condemned,
To make those same mistakes again and again,
Sitting with the devil, this is what I learned,
Apart from the ways a human soul can be burned,
It's that though we learn from our mistakes we're condemned,
To make those same mistakes
again and again,
again and again,
again and again,
again and again.
And Time keeps, time keeps slipping away,
Like I keep, I keep slipping away,
My time keeps, time keeps slipping away,
Like I keep, I keep slipping away,
My time keeps, time keeps slipping away,
Like I keep, I keep slipping away,
My time keeps, time keeps slipping away,
Like I keep, Like I keep -
I keep slipping away, I keep slipping away...
Verse 1 Suffa
Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran's dog,
Cos I was going nowhere like a child's letters to god,
Though life's road was hard I was never so lost,
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box,
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till,
They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up,
Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up,
And bail me out, a failure out once again,
Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again,
And I never will forgive myself,
For putting you through all that hell,
I went from high school dropout to factory labourer,
Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor,
To being out on tour, now no stopping me,
I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobains biography.
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been.
Verse 2 Pressure
I spent my youth like life was cheap,
The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink,
Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road,
The more broken baggage we carry the larger the load,
This school drop-out got knocked out, chased by the cops out,
Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out,
Been broke and beaten, even chocked at being,
A dope mc but never lost hope in dreaming,
We used to thrash boosted cars till the engine would fail,
If I never had bailed maybe I'd be dead or in jail,
And man I got no one else to blame,
I thank my family and music for keeping me sane,
But that's the breaks right? Started working late nights,
Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might,
And I've done too many years to miss this for my missus,
To have to tell my son he nearly never existed.
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been, DJ Debris c'mon and break it down like,
Verse 3 Suffa
And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth,
Cos all these kids that I meet man they mirror my youth,
And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option,
But I chose to go the long way, the streets are watching,
So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up,
Tear a page from my book out, and pull out,
Your finger put your foot out and keep a lookout,
For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout.
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
Don't know where I've been, and don't know where to go its like,
Going down a hard road, down the hard road,
VERSE 1: PRESSURE
Standing in line, fifteen couldn't wait,
Couldn't fathom any talent in rhyme,
Had to get mine, granted in mind,
Was my rapping that I thought would never happen in time,
Odds stacked to reject us, attacking the hecklers,
Reckless with rap till they had to respect us,
Laid tracks, never asked for jack for my efforts,
Cause everything we do comes back to affect us,
And as long as I got lungs I'm a say this,
Long as we get love we got some that will hate us,
We'll never change it's done for the faithless,
I don't care for favourites on somebody's play list,
Aint enough paper for the names I gotta mention,
Without them, no way I would of made it a profession,
I wouldn't trade it for a day of my obsession,
We're staying dedicated to perfection
CHORUS 1
It's been so long, we're glad we came,
Before we gathered fame or had a name,
Our story hasn't changed with accolades,
We're still standing and we'll be back again
VERSE 2: SUFFA
I'm still standing, fuck it, one of us had to,
Though I'm not standing still like a statue,
Man, I can tighten loops like a lasso,
You see my blood runs blue like a cut up a tattoo,
It's ironic, some say it's even confusing,
That I'm still standing cos I'm keeping it moving,
And I'm still champion we keep on improving,
And I'm Main Source man, I'm breaking and moving atoms,
What we spit is absurd,
Since a kid, I've always loved the rhythm of words,
The beauty of language, and spewing the anguish,
All over the canvas like the riff was a curb,
Now if you live by the word then you die the pen,
The critics can criticise but we're the crème dele crème,
Me and P-Dela we blend what they're calling the standard,
Still standing while they're screaming when will it end?
CHORUS 1
It's been so long, we're glad we came,
Before we gathered fame or had a name,
Our story hasn't changed with accolades,
We're still standing and we'll be back again
CHORUS 2
How long you been here? I've been here for years,
How long you been here? I've been here for years,
How long you been here? I've been here for years,
How long you been here? I've been here for years,
We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park,
Still jamming, still paving the path,
Still making our mark, still aint for the faint of the heart,
Still standing, still state of the art,
We still sharp, still craft Hip Hop that they played in the park,
Still jamming, still paving the path,
Still making our mark, still aint for the faint of the heart,
Pressure Verse 1
This whole world's in a rush to be living plush, but never rich enough,
Till that mirrors such a stranger we asking is it us?
Losing your vision, make one stupid decision,
You've become the newest victim of the human condition
It's a crying shame; honestly it's a survival game,
While we die in vein making somebody rich,
Like we scared of taking that step,
Every days just another that escaped us if we don't make an affect,
Back seat revolutionaries ain't lions at heart,
Even the slightest of sparks can light up the dark,
And everybody want a piece of the action,
Like peace and relaxing became a niche for the deceased and the lacking,
Success, pleasures of the flesh and beheld,
Treasures and endless excess in which we measure ourselves,
I've faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans,
Hope they understand how grateful I am
Chorus
We do it right here, right now,
With my peers, my house,
And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds,
Life here, life out,
If I'm a die here with my doubts,
Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out
Pressure Verse 2
And it starts with us, seeking an everlasting rush,
Pharmaceutical market drugs, liquor or grass and dust,
Murder, lust, self-worth, hurt and trust,
Burden us like a curse till we return to dust,
Keeping us on like we're marching to the beat of a gong,
Freedom is from our own hearts and those we leave them upon,
Lingering on through the words that we sing in our songs,
Even a strong foundation we could blink and it's gone,
So we carve out our marks and master our own path,
In a castle of glass our heart where our homes are,
Wars in our vein, that's why we walk in the rain,
Of course if the name burns brighter it was forged in the flame,
And you'll never get a break until your dead or make fifty,
And a pension ain't a pay you resonate with me?
I've faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans,
I hope they understand how grateful I am
Chorus
We do it right here, right now,
With my peers, my house,
And fight here till the day we're gone and rest in white clouds,
Life here, life out,
If I'm a die here with my doubts,
Then as night nears we're gonna do it till they turn the lights out
We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go,
We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go,
We won't go, no we won't go, we won't go, no we won't go,
It's been a while since we last touched bases,
Ever since ‘State of the Art' rushed playlists,
Been around the globe a couple of times,
Sang in a thousand homes but none of them mine,
Played a thousand shows under the lights,
And walked on mountain roads touching the sky,
Rocked foreign shores where I swore I had no name,
That meant more than the awards and accolades,
Like I can't believe we made our calling,
We've barely stopped to breathe and take it all in,
It's got a hold on me the day I fold and leave,
It's gonna seem like I'm falling,
And I buried two friends, lost touch with some others,
Split with my girl, found love with another,
For every road the world I know gets smaller,
CONVERSATIONS FROM A SPEAKEASY (Feat. OMNI)
(M. Lambert/D. Smith/B. Francis/J. McDonald)
Written and performed by D. Smith, J. McDonald and M. Lambert
Scratches by DJ Debris
Verse 1– Pressure
Let's get introductions aside,
Pressure, Omni and Suffa tonight busting the mic like,
Lately I've been hearing nothing but hype,
Pen's mightier than your sword? Then you'd be fucked in a fight,
From the point of the exact conception I've had perfection,
And you aint close to Omni even though you may lack direction,
I've got a good heart, but bad intentions,
Pressure don't need a map for reference I'm a man of legends,
I'll last forever like bad impressions,
Like the first night you cursed in adolescence,
The way I slam a sentence can panic veterans,
Some things are better left unsaid like anything that I have to mention,
My loud mouths my downfall it's doubtful,
I'll bite off more than I can chew cos I already got a mouthful,
Act like I astound yall, well I'm a scoundrel,
With enemies but cliché is a friend of me, I'm out yall.
Chorus
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation.
Verse 2 – Omni
The heart of the giant, the eye of the lion,
The smell of victory is what makes me keep trying,
My will to survive is like I'm stranded on an island,
I keep rhyming; keep climbing till somebody find me,
My city's been behind me since the mid nineties,
Right around the time when it was cool to be grimy,
My DJ used to make the earth spin in reverse,
Put the needle to the dirt, spread the word like you heard it first,
Now it's all twisted, somebody told the truth but they missed it,
I put it on my CD but they skipped it,
But that's what happens when you do something different,
Some people can just stay content with the simple shit,
I live my life fast like it's my last,
I don't trip off of cash or dwell in the past,
I'm bigger than that; I'm bigger than rap,
One of the sickest MCs on the map for bringing that back.
Chorus
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation.
Verse 3 – Suffa
I heard there ain't no party like an open bar,
We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart,
Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar,
So bizarre, roll thick like smokers tar,
Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar,
And if I aint getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car,
Tell me who you know this far,
Gone, on till the moments,
Gone, on till the break of this governments back,
And it's on till my mates are all loving the tracks,
No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks,
And no guns, just trying to get us up on the map,
Bust, Suffa on wax, trust it's on,
I'm trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for porn,
Born in a small town, die with a big mouth,
Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the kids south.
Chorus
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
It's the universal language of relaxation,
Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table,
Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if you're able,
We've got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations,
Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round!
Fuck! It's your round dude.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
First up, on the dolcet tones,
of the Craigieburn projects,
Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like drips
In the arms I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web
'Cause what I'm hearing's all shed
On the lyrical tip
Na, I ain't feeling ya kid
We gave ya, something to jock,
but it wasn't no thing, like Bobby,
gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party)
And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve
Says, keep at 'em, I'm going down on Louise
And I'm a reek havoc
Little man with a big pen
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen
Like drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Titties representing the city I grew up in
We lay the path so you got a way in
It's Hilltop, the three stars at the holiday inn.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Next up, when I get loose and they fail
Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So when I leave ya
Ya fucking with my pride I don't see though
Typical MC
My nuts don't match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they don't linger
That glass ain't half empty it's half full
That's why I'm a table drinker
Think your on Pressure's level?
Only think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant fucker
Damage and suckas master fleet, huh,
If I married ya mother ya still wouldn't be half of me
You should run from me
Fuck battaling, ain't nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth they just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it's hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Man I'm smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty
At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty
And I'm fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy
Fuck it, no one sick can ever better me (no one man)
And half the time half my crew could drink the bar,
and half these cats and half of what they think they are
We independent, a sign on the line
The day me giving you the finger as a sign of the times
Man the rhymes are designed to try this is but why this is
I had rewind to try to find this is man,
I just recline and mind my business,
and I'm thinkin' lines of rhymes of rhyme stitches,
of the mind of the lines thats time for my... Ay! What the fuck!
At ten when does the kill
They stab ya neck with the finger until you've bled and my quill
This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can better my skill
Ya need medicine chill, with Pressure vendetta's for real.
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!
It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we been down since
When I lay down to sleep I turn to a deep thinker
Don't wanna be a whinge like a lonely binge drinker
Its just that, well they don't call me suffa for nothing
I'm a depressed harrowing repressed suffering manic
Screamin at anybody any place,
Man I love people I just hate the human race
And I hate all my friends cos all my friends are taken drugs
They think its spiritual like a hippy makin love
But the powders power only lasts for an hour
So they take a powder shower till they burn down like Mickey lauder
Sour times come quicker than a drum inside a finger
What I drum before that
What I drum for my da tinka
Everyday for her's the saaaaaaame
Link up chin up
Left foot right foot
Lay down shut up
And relations get f**ked just like everyone else
Man damn school ya problems I'm gonna focus on myself
Left foot right foot
Keep it moving
(X4)
I spent the last twenty two years of my life earning my way
Around the world this space around me watchin night turn to day
I learnt to play in certain ways but it wasn't that they told me
Place between black and white and opposites attract
Possibly that the word of one man is filled by another
Yo suffa we breathe the breath of others your centuries my cover
This feelin in my upper is possibly life
That matches negative thought so I move positive mics
Probabilities choice random targets live in famine
And the heart is too much for one man to stand regardless
The powder and pills ain't no way to heal my friend
Being on one shoulder the other rises like my skill ascend
See life has many ups many downs and many miles
Many broken promises hollow words and empty smiles
Consequently many miles when the break from the here then hate
Drowning in this everyday give or take
Left foot right foot
keeps it moving
Verse 1 – Suffa
I got to jump back and kiss myself,
The Hoods have comeback to rip this girl,
Live on the drum track you dissed yourself,
So drunk that you nearly pissed yourself,
And if you come wak you risk your health,
I'm the one that made LL ring the bells,
Sharp as a thumb tack, it's the infidel,
In the back with some girl named Isabelle,
And I'm a, you're gonna what? I'm a wreck this, the freshest,
Thermoelectrics, technics and a set list,
So check this, Hilltop locks jaws like tetanus,
Fuck breakfast at Tiffanies I want Tiffany for breakfast,
The funk leader, told you last LP,
With a style that make you smile like a Chelsea,
Smile, what the fucks that man? It's when you place,
Razor blades on the cheeks then a kick to the face,
In the place and we raising the roof,
Like Al Qaeda had placed a case in the booth,
A taste of the truth and some flawless shit,
Like John Howard knows the taste of George's dick,
Man I'm born to spit these kids wish they stuck me,
I warn you kid you're bitch made like puppies,
Switch blade to Nazis' cut them through their khakis,
I lose it every time I put it down like car keys.
Verse 2 – Pressure
It only takes one man to bust,
But takes these two to raise them standards up,
Take three, Debris man the cuts,
This is for, those that will stand with us,
From sundown into the dawn didn't I warn?
The lyrical storm hits you in a physical form,
This isn't your norm, didn't reform, isn't your average,
Wishing to score listeners for pitiful crap it's,
Off Richter, sicker than cough fits you,
Listen to pop hits? This isn't your soft shit you,
All in the mix so start warning the kids,
They're adopted and not that they were born with a gift,
I'm so fatal that reverends won't stay till confession,
You all can't hold your own like post natal depression,
I've got a mouth of profanity, a spouse and a family,
At my house man no wonder that I'm doubting my sanity,
I'm an honest drunk, what a mentality,
Avoiding the truth is staying sober; I'm an addict of reality,
I live for tomorrow so cheating death today,
Means at all costs avoid repeating yesterday,
I'm a loose cannon, enough juice to soothe famine,
Break your back with this rap then ask you who's slamming?
Some rapper claiming a throne, unaware they,
I once had time on my hands, but now handling time,
Is coping with this life cycle and the mandatory grind,
My sanity's fine, just falling short of stamina I'm,
Searching for some food for thought to feed this famine of mind,
And when I'm stagnant I rhyme, it helps the night turn to day,
I churn my way through this nine to five and urban decay,
Believe me it's bleak, and though the city's breaths in its sleep,
It's just a paddock, ain't no where a shepherds leading these sheep,
Now most prefer it covered up lie than the truth naked,
The truth is ugly like cellulite; please don't publicly parade it,
I hate it but to escape it would be luck on fluke,
I feel like I'm a dope beat but I'm stuck on loop,
But that's my life cycle; freedom means everything to me,
And face value's got us believing everything we see,
So if our eyes tell us lies the truth is we're blind,
So keep on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
I once had respect for this game, but now this game of respect,
Is sold to the highest bidder with some fame and a cheque,
Now any layman can get respect without breaking his neck,
Paying dues, time these crews started paying some debt,
It ain't lights and cameras, personalities on set,
Distorting realities in their context,
With no originality concepts,
Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain't a popularity contest,
Cos hip hop ain't faking for ends,
Hip-hop ain't fading with trends,
It ain't rich kids playing with pens,
It ain't the clothes on your back, or the label on them,
It's where you're at, so I say it again,
It's just my life cycle; music means everything to me,
It's just a fashion show, nah; don't believe everything you see,
Cos if our eyes tell us lies the truth is we're blind,
So keep on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
That's just my life cycle, nothing matters but setting me free,
Because my freedom and hip hop be meaning everything to me,
Now face values and fashions empower everything we be,
Believing everything we hear, and everything we see,
So if our eyes tell us lies, then we usually find,
Our visions cluttered by this scutter so the truth is we're blind,
It's just poison food for thought for these dillusionary minds,
So stop walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines
(pressure)
i make tracks for the certified
for the b-boys
for the disempowered
for the unemployed
for the worried mothers counting Roseries
for my friends, my family, people who are close to me
and if your close to me i'm loyal to the end
'cause im too bad with names to make new friends and
im too opinionated to keep my mouth shut
im a turn the world upside down and put the south up
on top of this we rockin this 'cause i aint got nothin else and it helps when i see the city sufferin
i'm rupturing lyrics, haemorraghing tracks, bleedin out my personality all over the wax
so dj's get ya fingers deep in my haemoglobin
call me safe breaker from the way i always get ya open
suffa eemcee get down wit ya sufferin self
i make tracks 'cause i aint got nothin else
it's like this, it's like that
and a, (crossbread)
riding under one banner
it's like this, its like that
and a (my man Chanders)
riding under one banner
it's like this, its like that
and a, (after hours)
riding under one banner
(Suffa)
hip hop and cigarettes fill my day
put my worries in a cup and watch them spill away
i feel today is just yesterday waiting to happen
thats why i have no patience with my rappin
gotta get these tracks writ, rehearse em til their tight
make beats all day, record the verses through the night
i make tracks for kids in bedrooms and hotels, apartments
cars with their partners and motels
in campervans, caravans, combi-vans, cruise ships
make tracks for my brothers who taught me to love music
make tracks for kids in the sub-terrainean
i even make tracks for yanks who love australians
make tracks for girls in the mediterranean
who sit by the window singin "here comes the rain again"
I make tracks for the love, for myself
i make tracks 'cause i aint got nothin else
It's like this, it's like that
And a, (Funkoars)
Riding under one banner
It's like this, it's like that
And a, (my man Blockades)
Riding under one banner
It's like this, it's like that
And a, (Expressionist)
Riding under one banner
It's like this...
For the certirfird wise cred
shout outs to chares
We do it like this
It's like that
And a, (Terrafirma)
Riding under one banner
It's like this, it's like that
And a, (my man Collapse)
Riding under one banner
It's like this, it's like that
And a, (Certified Wise)
Riding under one banner
In life, we struggle as individuals,
A fine line between a cliché saying and something original,
As if in death we left something residual,
Behind to mark our time up in this pitiful,
Existence and I'm a man of many issues,
If I ever dissed you, no disrespect I never wished to,
Hold a grudge the stress makes me act like this,
The day I get it off my chest I won't write tracks like this,
But I'll be bitter on them when all is done and is forgotten,
Cos it's easier to sit and complain than fix the problem,
But the power of speech empowers our beliefs,
With sour defeats, man nothing is out of reach,
Got plenty to answer for, all do is answered back,
Done a thousand things I regret, apologize for none of that,
So you get back what you put in no regrets,
And keep on until they know your sweat, you only get.
One chance, so I live for the moment,
I'm just one man what I wouldn't give for this moment,
We got one world; still we take it in stride,
In this one life we stand still waiting to die,
One chance, so I live for the moment,
I'm just one man what I wouldn't give for this moment,
We got one world; still we take it in stride,
In this one life we stand still waiting to die.
Now if life is what you make it it's time to build,
Man I'm for real aint no telling what this life will yield,
I'm a career man, cos I career off any path,
That would lead me to a start of financial gains I'm scarred,
We learn from our mistakes, that makes me a scholar on,
Being a walking talking fuck up and a better man for being wrong,
I'm humble and loyal, my friendships are honored,
A mans success aint measured by the depths of his pocket,
I give good advice but never follow it, what's left for me?
I'm a hypocrite and if I weren't I'd be a success story,
View this wide world through a narrow gaze, these harrowed days,
Seen to many men end in a shallow grave,
I guess it's better to have loved and to lost, than never stumbled across,
The gift of knowing you what ever the fucking cost,
To put it in perspective and under my vision,
This world is superficial; I'm done with others opinions.
One chance, so I live for the moment,
I'm just one man what I wouldn't give for this moment,
We got one world; still we take it in stride,
In this one life we stand still waiting to die,
One chance, so I live for the moment,
I'm just one man what I wouldn't give for this moment,
We got one world; still we take it in stride,
Introduction - Trials
We have a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight,
And I want you to know one thing, this is...
Verse 1 - Suffa
Hilltop, that's where the blood runs,
Thick, it's where kings bury there loved ones,
Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun,
From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run,
So quick, there's kids in the park waiting,
These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham,
So start hating, though you know in your heart,
We've been owning this art since our flow in the park.
Verse 2 - Mortar
You can't serve me like Serena and Venus,
Comparatively I leave you looking like the machinist,
Cats know they've been hit, when I spike the mic level,
And draw blood like intravenous,
Without a pencil I'm hell bent,
Leave dents in the condenser, you can tell when,
Mortar's been in the booth to rhyme,
I don't scratch vinyl, I scratch up the mic with my canines.
Verse 3 - Trials and Sesta
Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack,
I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag,
I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a rum,
And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton's son,
South of the country, west of the city,
Chip into that kitty if we're going to be drinking until the skank pretty,
Will he attack? When he snap, got the track like,
Bring it back, hear him rap? Isn't that Funkoars?
You can find us staggered in a cipher,
Turning human traffic to a five car pile up,
We leave them all for dead,
I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and Kev,
Like bad move, got you looking like you're eavesdropping the devil,
And T set the theme to send them to hell,
Bet on it, you're never better, I tell them again,
Seddy bury every adversary he put against.
Verse 4 - Hau
Fresh off the boat with an impressive approach,
To writing rhymes like pressing your throat,
The unquestionable dopeness, and oh yes,
It's the one and only, in the house like the gun is on me
Got you gronks saying blimey he's clever,
He's brighter than that sun in the shiniest of weather,
Girls you want diamonds forever?
Well throw your hymens the sky if you feel the vibe.
Verse 5 - Drapht
None of gravities properties are on top of me,
Can't hold me back from taking a stab like Chopper Read,
Can't hold me back, I'm back around again like stalkers,
My mic holds a force like a sword or a tomahawk,
To Conan, walking with no man now,
Cos you freeze when you spit like a snow mans mouth,
Arouse with every word, first you've got to know this,
We don't belong together like Rove and showbiz.
Chorus
And we what? - Run with crew,
Whose what? - Blood is blue,
Through life's - Fucking zoo,
And we might - Come for you,
And we what? - Run with crew,
Whose what? - Blood is blue,
Through life's - Fucking zoo,
And we might - Come for you.
Verse 6 - Vents
The saga begin, RPM drama again,
My lung burn, dangerous carcinogen,
Starving like Stalin in parliament in Prague again,
In camouflage targeting,
In Rock Creek Park, carve terror in the bark,
Blueprint, build pyramids in the dark,
The blood run deep, renegade creep,
Hilltop connect bro, centigrade heat.
Verse 7 - Muphin and Pegz
Muph, some give me shit for my name,
But I don't give a shit about you shit for brains,
Been a long while so I know the game,
It's more about music than your clothing range,
We're here to overtake, setting the standard,
Obese crew, we're the devilish family,
Stand on stage accepting a Grammy,
For the most incredible rapping since edible panties,
Unforgettable pansies in a flickering fit,
Knickers in a twist in a spiral of shit,
Undeniable gift with decipherable spits,
My fireball pit will burn you Muppets,
True rugged, blue blooded dignitary,
Crews love it when we do something visionary,
Move up never lose touch, living ready,
This is the hard road cargo hitting heavy.
Verse 8 - Robby Balboa
Robby Balboa bless the text,
Deliver you ticket to death,
Rivers of rhythm ripping the flesh,
Triple your bets on the primitive pest,
Selling sick smut from the cinema steps,
It begins with a breath, a kid killing his pets,
Just sitting in debt when I'm feeling a wreck,
Life's a bitch and so we're wringing her neck,
Fuck a metro in a pink shirt cos we're kicking the set.
Verse 9 - Honz
The Funkoars and the Hilltop, yes, we still rocking it,
And I aint going near your bill unless we fucking topping it,
I drink till I'm all over the shop like barcodes,
And as far as rap goes, I've mastered my flows,
Certified and we back again to wreak havoc,
With these pads and pens so understand my friend,
We about to take over just like Hove spit it,
To the most gifted get them glasses up and toast with us.
Verse 10 - Pressure
Pressure MC, born with a mechanical mind,
The talent of rhyme, instinctual like animal kind,
Now I flow with the best, from east coast to the west,
We live in the flesh like my raps sewn in your chest,
You can't fathom the dopest flow, amateurs don't you know,
What ever happened to a good old fashioned broken nose?
Don't become a casualty of my faculty,
Damn I got spine but you'll never see the back of me.
Chorus
And we what? - Run with crew,
Whose what? - Blood is blue,
Through life's - Fucking zoo,
And we might - Come for you,
And we what? - Run with crew,
Whose what? - Blood is blue,
Through life's - Fucking zoo,
Verse 1 – Suffa
I'm from the city of light, with a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees,
Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC,
Walking the traps trying to escape the map,
Ninety one was my shit I'm trying to take it back,
To when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit,
My memories the paint, let the track be my canvas,
Thirteen sitting in a park, sipping wine casks,
Watching whole cars as they went flying past,
I couldn't paint so I rhymed to the writers,
They'd laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters,
‘Nasty Arts' ran my line evading cop cars,
And we looked up to them like they were rock stars,
Paint stained hands and fame like Manson,
That's Charles not Marilyn, a city held to ransom,
Cans and markers, Country Road parkers,
Hands of an artist left the landscape enchanted,
Until the government pigs had all the paint washed,
From our city walls, end of the renaissance,
And so the walls where the colours once played,
Were replaced by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey,
White washed, shitty, all grey, all black,
Waiting for the kids of this city to take their walls back.
Verse 2 - Pressure
I'm from the city of light, with a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the winter, the city sleeps dead in the freeze,
Where I'm from you might see Pressure MC,
Walking the traps trying to escape the map,
Ninety three was my shit I'm trying to take it back,
Got kicked out of school but I would have left in time,
With nothing but an ego and rap to get me by,
I swept floors, packed orders, when poor racked from Porters,
Liquor store just to score me a four track recorder,
Fifteen, sneaking in the back door to the gig,
Thought I could rip, bro trust me I fought for this shit,
Cos the city's darker than a starless night,
And treats a starter like a fresh piece of meat, greet the carving knife,
Till the day came when I'd scar consortiums,
I'd lay waiting, train stations and parks my audience,
Before we had our beats made, before we had a DJ,
We'd rock to a beat box, before that shit was clichéd,
You see mate, I refused to lay low and gave those,
Better years of my life to pave roads,
Live as hell, we did it by ourselves,
The only secret to this shit is one that time will tell,
So breathe in cos the city invites, jealously, pity and blight,
You won't get far little punk cos I bust pure rhymes,
I tear up bars like a drunk on a bus tour I'm,
The hideous, insidious, super fly Suffa,
Ignorance is bliss and you're a happy motherfucker,
Sucker rock a set; I'm like Bobba Fett with intellect,
I'm everywhere you go like porno on the Internet,
So you don't wanna step, trust me, you been warned,
You don't wanna play leapfrog with a unicorn,
Leave you torn; you couldn't battle me with that lame rhyme,
You couldn't come hard with two women at the same time,
You walk in the club dipped in jewels and versace,
Only gay guys wear that much gold, ask Liberace,
MCs act arrogant, I wonder why,
If your skills matched your ego you'd be eating humble pie,
Your rhymes are more average than your girlfriend's looks,
First let me introduce myself
Hello, this is your Disneyland storyteller
And I have a story to tell you
This time it all happened in the jungle
Verse 1
(Suffa)
Now this is a story about a monkey named Powder
A happy little monkey his friends used to crowd round the
Base of the tree that he lived in and wait all day
And asked his mumma if its ok it powder came out to play
So they could swing from vine to vine through the jungle
And from time to time one would tumble to the grassy floor (uh)
But powder would be there for them you couldn't ask for more
Cause he was always there for friends
One day in the woods he was just swinging around
Till a python in a tree came slithering down and said
'Powder put out you hand' and why would why
To take this five there's a party tonight and you're invited
It's at the lions den doors open at ten
Can't wait don't be late cya there bring your friends
Bring your friends bring your friends
Chorus
It's about a curious place (in the jungle)
and I am going to tell you the famous story of (in the dark quiet jungle)
The jungle!
Survive alone in the jungle
We've got a long journey ahead of us
I wanna stay in the jungle
I'm not afraid I can look after myself
Verse 2
(Suffa)
So they went to the party a crazy jungle disco
Calypso rhythms flamingos doing strip shows
The DJ was an alligator on the fader
At the bar little powder was approached by the waiter
The waiter said Powder the club owner wants to meet ya
And took him to a lion in the corner named Ibiza
Ibiza let out a low growl and called to the waiter
And asked for two cuts of fermented potatoes
He said 'have you ever had something stronger than these'?
Powder said 'well me and my friends used to smoke banana leaves
That's kids stuff this stuff will make you feel like your mister big stuff
com'on take a sniff of this dust
Powder tried to disguise the fear in his eyes
Looked at the lion and said I guess it couldn't hurt to try
I guess it couldn't hurt to try I guess it couldn't hurt to try
Chorus
It's about a curious place (in the jungle)
And I am going to tell you the famous story of (in the dark quiet jungle)
The jungle!
Survive alone in the jungle
We've got a long journey ahead of us
I wanna stay in the jungle
I'm not afraid I can look after myself
Verse 3
(Suffa)
Now little Powders worlds completely spinning
He's dribbling and grinning making passes at women
And talking 'bout him self cause now he's mister important
He's friends don't understand cause they didn't snort it
Powder says forget you guys man you the past
I'll swap any one of you for just another blast
Or a piece of arse whose that dime she's looking fine
By the way where's that lion I wouldn't mind another line
The lion obliged powder felt his nose rip apart
He felt pains in his chest as if his heart was exploding
He stumbled out to the road in a daze
Going red in the face now he's choking
The dope in his system that made him overdose
No longer powder the monkey now he's Powder the ghost
Now he's Powder the ghost now he's Powder the gho-o-ost
Chorus
It's about a curious place (in the jungle)
and I am going to tell you the famous story of (in the dark quiet jungle)
The jungle!
Survive alone in the jungle
We've got a long journey ahead of us
I wanna stay in the jungle
Verse 1 Pressure
Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis,
This war veteran knows what a hard time is,
He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is,
The reason he rides the train with no car license,
So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe,
Gets a fine 'cause the change he got don't add up right,
We're taking about a man who never lived a lavish life,
Caught up in the age of computer chips and satellites,
A lovely lady boards looking tired and half awake,
He smiles, she's reminds him of his wife that passed away,
She says something as she walks right past his way,
His old hearing aid don't last quite half the day,
Some young gentlemen alive with their laughter,
Approach the old timer and put a knife to his heart to,
Explain that money or bloods the price of their barter,
To a man whose friends probably died for their fathers.
(taking a train)
(I head toward the train station)
(we're from a city heroin loves the devils in charge)
Whatever it takes can justify,
Whatever ends we make, whatever the price,
To the end of a life, it's just an observation,
So take a ride we're stopping all stations.
Verse 2 Pressure
It's been a long night the suns lifting on a cold,
Morning but she's drugged and drunk tripping on her stroll,
On the way home, she's done with stripping on a pole,
But she can't pay for her son living on the dole,
Jumps a train puts on her gloves she's wearing black,
Being watched by some old mug she's glaring back,
She's on edge and got the bug from sharing smack,
So she says, "Hey, what the fuck you staring at?"
He smiles, an unsteady hand rubs on his dome,
She takes a seat, a messy band of ruffs board alone,
To the digger with a machete at his lungs and he's prone,
He can barely stand but ready to stand up for his own,
She tries to help him she doesn't choose to flee the car,
And catches a blow with enough bruise to leave a scar,
She starts fainting, the rooms moving and seeing stars,
Aint it amazing how courageous human beings are?
Whatever it takes can justify,
Whatever ends we make, whatever the price,
To the end of a life, it's just an observation,
So take a ride we're stopping all stations,
Verse 3 Pressure
He knows nothing but toil, strife and hard yakka,
Pissed at the world for playing wife in a slammer,
This man was never given a life on a damn platter,
So he jumps a train with knife and bandanna,
Boys at his back, sleazy, hardened and far,
From giving a fuck, an easy target his mark,
He sees an old man and says "See we'll part with your hard,
Earned cash or rest in peace we can start with your heart?"
Some girl steps not afraid she's gonna cop it sweet,
And gets decked before she made it even on her feet,
The old man leaped to her aid and to his horror he'd,
Thrusted his chest into the blade of his robber's piece,
He grabbed the wallet, dropped the knife as he fled the car,
Concerned about the loss of life he'd never went this far,
What's done is done, he'd got the prize and he'd spent his half,
Of two dollars in change and a pension card.
Verse 1 – Mystro
Well I'm the one to bring the funk although my armpit's not stinking,
And I'm known to hold flows like the glass you drop drinking,
Never crude man I started of limping,
Plus I rock a fella like I know the art of parking lot pimping yeah,
You people know of Mys, the one whose flow's crazy,
And is so gravy that it should come with a bowl of rice,
The MBS with the Hilltop Hoods,
Make B-Boys and Girls break quicker than real soft wood, let's go.
Verse 2 – Pressure
I never hit on a girl, at least with no hand,
Girls are like serving time but time waits on no man,
Got nothing on women so I spread love on the rhythm,
And get you out your seat quicker than corrupt politicians,
And I'm on the brink, man it makes me stop and think,
I don't drink till I drop cos I think I might drop my drink,
Think you're more, than us? We believe in war,
Trust me your nothing I aint seen before.
Verse 3 – Braintax
With one pen too high to overextend,
In dreamland with freedom starting again,
With foresight thrive on the magic of life,
And five fingers plus a mic make sick shit, Braintax,
Fuck Tony Blair like I hate George Bush,
Another seven day week, you ready for the push?
Through the eight million stories that you can't write down,
Start again from the top, come on people bounce.
Verse 4 – Suffa
Man all these pollies in power are cowards so it's only fair,
That I hate John Howard like I hate Tony Blair,
And I croon like Tony Bennet in a rental tux,
Experimental cuts, with the Brando Flux and Mys Diggy,
No one's as fly as these kings,
I'll leave you beside yourself like Siamese twins,
We're so deep, so nice, so full of promise,
But obese, lowlifes man what woman would want us?
We're like some hooded up bombers out storming the yard,
We're going large like a junkie out pawning his car,
This is the core of the art, and it's all from the heart,
Suffa Verse 1:
Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhymes inclined,
It's grimy shit but naughty that can't be fixed with a little bit of spitshine,
Big time like Frankie in Vages, inspiring like Ali and Frazier,
Spit it out till we spilling out to the street start a party up with our neighbours,
I'd rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of your A-list,
Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist,
I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements,
That i don't know where they end and where i start it's all part of game it's,
The farthest I've came since I started to play it, I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless,
We're harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they label us bastards and traitors,
They're charlatans, they're haters, they start on us but they're fake as,
Our parliament, but don't be disheartened by them pardon their failures,
If we don't forgive our enemies, we'll crawl the walls like centipedes,
Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy,
And we'll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me,
John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattors, before these scavengers tear at me.
Chorus:
I've been waiting to come back,
Like where the hell is the show?,
Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
Getting ready to blow,
I've been waiting to come back,
Like where the hell is the show?,
Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
Getting ready to blow,
Suffa Verse 2:
And it might blow up but i won't go pop,
And it might blow up but it won't burst,
She said she might grow old but she won't grow up,
Well she might, but only if I go first,
She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she's wearing a patch on her shoulder,
It's not a matter of whether i can catch her, more a matter of whether i can hold her,
She thinks out loud she's got me; she laughs with her whole body,
I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she'd even want me,
Each night i find it's the same ole, when i crawl inside in the evening,
I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with me demons,
They say don't live in the past and live each day like it was your last but,
I'd rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the glass,
Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents,
Sounds so serious don't it? But I'm not concerned with a thing,
This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King,
The Kings have arrived; we drink from the sky,
We fall from all 'cause we think we can fly,
But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies,
Have me I'm wishing that i could bridge the divide,
You living the life? In the blink of an eye,
The shine of the bling and the rims that your ride,
Can all disappear so live for the rhyme,
Not material things your gifts can provide
Chorus:
I've been waiting to come back,
Like where the hell is the show?
Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
We're getting ready to blow,
I've been waiting to come back,
Like we're the hell is the show?,
Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
I'm getting ready right now I'm getting ready,
Suffa Verse 3:
Since 'State of the Art' we've stayed in the yard just waiting to start this shit all over,
Laying in bars for a day and a half, had to switch from gin to soda,
And by like mid October, record was six month over,
Due, and I'm like dude what you expect? I'm only three month sober,
Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers,
Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us live la vidaloca,
I'm going ta roll until i fold, like I got a hold of Propafol,
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
They claiming they want to, they really don't want to,
You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers,
Till the day that I die, I ain't stepping aside for one of you
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
They claiming they want to, they really don't want to,
You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers,
Till the day that I die, I ain't stepping aside for one of you
When I start breathing heavily, I scar the beat the beat and melody,
They said that we dreaming we'll keep reaching till leaving heavenly,
The key to freedoms said to be, release and leave the memory,
Think you offended me? Please, with critics like these who needs an enemy?
Indeed a breed of pedigree beast unleashing speech telepathy,
Here to bleed the industry of its diseased and evil effigy,
Demons, thieving, greed and revelry, we're in need and seeking remedy,
But it seems to stay ten feet ahead of me like a centipede,
I'm a train upon a track; I'm a flame upon a match,
Ain't straying from my place I want my face upon the map,
I'm the weight upon your back, I'm a razor your lap,
We came to conquer, stage and opera, fade it onto black,
Now hush, hear the voice, so addicted to the,
Rush to fill the void, missing everything we,
Love to feel joy, build it up then we,
Crush, kill, destroy
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
They claiming they want to, they really don't want to,
You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers,
Till the day that I die, I ain't stepping aside for one of you
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
They claiming they want to, they really don't want to,
You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers,
Till the day that I die, I ain't stepping aside for one of you
I go bananas every time, mind blown Nirvana, Nevermind,
They need some ketamine to calm us, harness the darkness every line,
Till I been enlightened I'm leaving 'em terrified,
Like Bin Laden been hiding under their bed every night they go beddy-bye,
Fat as the fattest Federline, fat as that cat post Brittney,
Madness that is a friend of mine, rappers get mashed so quickly,
War comes, hear the roar from the raw drums, beat your poor son just from the boredom,
Jump up, but you're stunned, dumb struck, you're done like Young Buck post Fifty,
We claw at the morons, and pour on the soothing hooks on heaters,
Like them pouring the Boron on core on the shore of Fukushima,
They adore the recordings and we lording it over them,
Think we're joking? Then we're going door to door with some Dobermans,
No DMX, they thinking they got me pegged like BMX,
But ain't seeing T or X, Briggs, Hons, Debris or Vents,
We the best, no Khaled,
We the best like Ali, Muhammad
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
They claiming they want to, they really don't want to,
You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers,
Till the day that I die, I ain't stepping aside for one of you
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
They claiming they want to, they really don't want to,
You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers,
Till the day that I die, I ain't stepping aside for one of you
Rattle on the keys
Rattle on the keys
Rattle on the keys of the kingdom
Let me tell you what it's all about
Try this underground rattling to my kingdom
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa,
They claiming they want to, they really don't want to,
You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers,
I need a girl that ain't looking for the perfect fella,
And doesn't care if I'm broke or I'm earning cheddar,
One that can service Pressure while she works a Webber,
And knows she's late when I ain't got the nerve to tell her,
What I want is a woman that's hotter than December,
A goddess that wouldn't mind me on a proper bender,
Honest I'd put in my promise and surrender,
As long as the pushing lasts longer than her temper,
For this girl I'd throw all aside,
A wild one with attitude and no rules to guide,
Ain't obsessed with her looks or own foolish pride,
The only ring she wants is a phone call at night,
I want a girl that's down for breaking the law,
Rough exterior but heart hidden away at the core,
One that will wait at the door if I've been away on tour,
With handcuffs on the bed and duct tape on the floor
I need a girl that's like...
Cold paddles on a bleeding heart,
Ava Adore, we must never be apart,
I need a girl that ain't torn the scene up,
A storm in a D-cup, who don't mind porn or a pre-nup,
I need a chick that plays video games,
Not the type to complain and never give me no brain,
And don't give me cocaine addicted,
Honey going through my jeans for money hiding meth in her lipstick,
She'd talk like she's tasting me, walk like she's chasing me,
Cos I ain't chasing Amy like Jason Lee basically,
I need a fox in some fishnets putting pots in the Dishlex,
Who don't run from spiders and squash her own insects,
Intense, makeup running, crazy beautiful,
Make love in the sun and graze me with her cuticle,
Head in the clouds with one foot on the ground,
She'd put up with me even when I'm putting it down
I need a girl that's like... check the god's dimples,
She'd love me even if I looked like Don Rickles,
Drooling like pitbulls, hot but not fickle,
So loyal, not spoiled, and smart, so not simple,
She'd be complex, on lock, want sex, non-stop,
Pop tops off beer for me, girl would even pop-lock,
Crop top, mid riff, not the town bicycle,
Bisexual mistress with eyes like icicles
Send me an angel sipping bitter lager,
Envision her to visit the strippers with her partner.
I don't need a girl living with her father,
It's sort of just torturous like that chick in Nicaragua,
She's tasteful, graceful, nothing short of a ten,
In lingerie when the longest day draws to an end,
She knows dating's an occasion with laws that attend,
Verse 1: Pressure
When I came, I started like an arsonist to set a flame
Mastering this art, I'm everlasting when I pen my name
Darker like my letters stained markers on the head of Cain
sharper than a marksmen with a target in my centre frame
A father, so my red I veins harboured by my said in name
Or rather with my other forefathers and genetic strain
If we ain't asking for respect or fame
With words as dope as marijuana, though it's hard to take what's said in vein
A splinter faction so we're carving up against the grain
Laughing at them grasping over stardom and a sense of claim
Hard to hang your head in shame rather than accept the blame
Own your hardships, we're only master when we shed the chains
affect the game, cause and effect, check the change
Forget your name and not the part of it from where you came
dangerous tracks like a scar where you inject the vein
Murdering your martyrs, I'm the harbinger to end the pain
Chorus: Lotek
Unforgiven staying hidden like we're living in bunkers
whether you're in Sri Lanka or you live in Toronto
Dominican or Indian we're living like hunters
whether you're in the Congo or live in Rwanda
What we doing Tek? Staying hidden like we're living in bunkers
Whether you're in Sri Lanka or you live in Toronto
Dominican or Indian we're living like hunters
Whether you're in the Congo or live in Rwanda
Verse 2: Suffa
I've got a cache of beats to make 'em get on the floor
Ranging from better than you're, to way better than yours
the heavy metal supporter leaving competitors floored
the most malevolent devil to ever tread on the shore
I'm a composer with a grudge ready to settle the score
And tour supposedly the one to wreck like never before?
Please, you a stooge like you're standing with Iggy
So please, bear with me like I'm standing with grizzlies
I'm a dark moon rising, bred in the 'burbs'
I'm far beyond the horizon, ahead of the curve
And now your head is on swerve like you're Linda Blair and
Painted eyes on my Eyelids, they think I'm staring
Even when I'm sleeping, eye the angels
I sleep with demons, dine with angels
Screaming 'I'm the last one that your wanna start on
I'm sicker than lighting the next one off the last one
Chorus: Lotek
Unforgiven staying hidden like we're living in bunkers
whether you're in Sri Lanka or you live in Toronto
Dominican or Indian we're living like hunters
whether you're in the Congo or live in Rwanda
What we doing Tek? Staying hidden like we're living in bunkers
Whether you're in Sri Lanka or you live in Toronto
Dominican or Indian we're living like hunters
Whether you're in the Congo or live in Rwanda
Verse 3: Black Thought
Kick it up a little notch let the heat knock
For the number one soul brother next to Pete Rock
I'm from the gutter, came out my mother Tariq Trot
Doctor told me I was only human like the beatbox
I been sicker than dope friends in Detox
And been around plenty time like a G'Shock
I ain't doing the kind of my dimes my brother Keith got
It's Mr. Big Stuff taking Heavy D's spot
The same Rik Geezy, my man speak easy
Old soul, so ice cold, they can't unfreeze me... Listen
Streets need me so, I represent my town
Two one pound, where they keep enough shots to go around
Watch the crown, most underrated, none above it
You gotta love it, folks wanna hate it
In a P.A.N.A. mera Porsche four door
Heading down town riding 'round town, bumping Wurx shit
Chorus: Lotek
We're staying hidden like we're living in bunkers
If you living in Tonga, or you living in Russia
Sydney City to Nigeria they're living like hunters
[Suffa]
We were gone so long,
Spreading our wings they'd thought we'd broken up,
Thought I only closed my eyes for a second, next thing I've woken up,
They said we thought we'd let you sleep in, you looked at peace and,
I was like you should have spoken up,
All this time trying to sober up,
Swore a crowd not a crown would be the next thing I opened up,
Saw I was so corrupt, I wasn't coping but,
Seeing friends going down, had me choking up,
Plus a drunk nearly killed Debris in a car that crashed,
Left us a DJ who had to start from scratch,
So I arched my back, stretched my shoulders,
Said let's shed this wretched coldness,
Drink from the sun and swallow the heat,
Just to spit it out, and have ‘em follow the beat,
What we gotta give this crowd's something of another class,
Verse One – Pressure
In life, we struggle as individuals,
A fine line between a cliché saying and something original,
As if in death we left something residual,
Behind to mark our time up in this pitiful,
Existence and I'm a man of many issues,
If I ever dissed you, no disrespect I never wished to,
Hold a grudge the stress makes me act like this,
The day I get it off my chest I won't write tracks like this,
But I'll be bitter on them when all is done and is forgotten,
Cos it's easier to sit and complain than fix the problem,
But the power of speech empowers our beliefs,
With sour defeats, man nothing is out of reach,
Got plenty to answer for, all I do is answered back,
Done a thousand things I regret, apologize for none of that,
So you get back what you put in no regret,
And keep on until they know your sweat, you only get.
Chorus
One chance, so I live for the moment,
I'm just one man what I wouldn't give for this moment,
We got one world; still we take it in stride,
In this one life we stand still waiting to die,
We Get one chance, so I live for the moment,
I'm just one man what I wouldn't give for this moment,
We got one world; still we take it in stride,
In this one life we stand still waiting to die.
Now breathe in
Verse 2 – Pressure
Now if life is what you make it it's time to build,
Man I'm for real aint no telling what this life will yield,
I'm a career man, cos I career off any path,
That would lead me to a start of financial gains I'm scarred,
We learn from our mistakes, that makes me a scholar on,
Being a walking talking fuck up and a better man for being wrong,
I'm humble and loyal, my friendships are honored,
A mans success aint measured by the depths of his pocket,
I give good advice but never follow it, what's left for me?
I'm a hypocrite and if I weren't I'd be a success story,
View this wide world through a narrow gaze, these harrowed days,
Seen to many men end in a shallow grave,
I guess it's better to have loved and to lost, than never stumbled across,
The gift of knowing you what ever the fucking cost,
To put it in perspective and under my vision,
This world is superficial; I'm done with others opinions.
Chorus
One chance, so I live for the moment,
I'm just one man what I wouldn't give for this moment,
We got one world; still we take it in stride,
In this one life we stand still waiting to die,
We get one chance, so I live for the moment,
I'm just one man what I wouldn't give for this moment,
We got one world; still we take it in stride,
In this one life we stand still waiting to die.
Suffa mc on the mic tonight
Now say word, say what
Pressure mc on the mic tonight
I got Aussie purity like pollies got immunities
I only litter in public cos I'm creating employment opportunity
See I'm ya average fella, mate I have to tell ya
Ignorance is bliss until you listen to my accapella
I read them pictures in magazines, I dug the covers of books
I take hip-hop on face value don't pay a cent for their looks
I see these scenes getting ugly, lucky we vision impaired
Cos that image is skin-deep like the make-up they wear
I keep my ear to the streets and my hand on my wallet
I keep my feet on solid ground and keep searching for profit
For what its worth I carried the weight till it practically kills
It's worse, only I can't afford my chiropractical bills
I'm actually ill, relax and chill its time to build
There ain't no scars this world can put on me but time won't heal
See its your own complex that puts you under pressure
Tearing it up is easy fella but can you put it back together
Pressure mc on the mic tonight
Suffa mc on the mic tonight
Now say word, say what
Reverse a rhyme, factory line I'mma tear this mic apart
And I'mma start by giving shouts to Nasty Arts
What's up troops, I split loops like Atoms
A girl like Eve's like fruit to Adam
So take a bite off it, if its tight knock it
This my stage sucker get your mic off it (he said off it)
The force in my soul is sonic
My brains a CPU, I'm simply 2-0 bionic (who ya on it)
My man just clap your hands for style
It's a free trip to Afghanistan, you don't want it
Like keep a preist in the bathroom this shit is blessed
You couldn't bring it on if it gave you one and gave you its address
I give my boys your address and get your house plundered
Better call Wedneday 4 cos your days are numbered
Cut the record like lumber, full tilt boogie
Odd to on Suffa in the battle, ask your bookie
Suffa mc on the mic tonight
Now say word, say what
[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
[Verse 1: Pressure]
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 can spit it like, like
[Verse 2: Suffa]
Beast of burden, carry the weight,
I got divorced from reality to marry the break,
In a bally and cape, I get carried away,
Like a cadaver on a battlefield, make barriers break,
Man my chariot waits; I can't stay for the gala,
Music is dead, fame's alive Lady Gaga,
They complain about the drama go,
Play the martyr role better than Mohammed Atta,
Suffa, grimy as Calcutta,
Beat you single-handed like Def Leppard's drummer,
I'm about to blow like meth on the cooker,
Leaving me with the mic's like leaving pets with the butcher,
Don't put a foot wrong, think for a good long minute,
Shut your mouth, put a foot-long in it,
You're dealing with one of the best to bust so,
Tyler Durden, don't beat yourself up bro
[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,
[Verse 1: Pressure]
Now you're gone life moves on without you,
You always wanted me to write a song about you,
Where to begin? I caught her in a fling,
They've been asking where you've been so I thought I'd fill them in,
See there's nothing that I wouldn't put past you,
When she got a lot of men that's the harsh truth,
You find the truth hard to swallow, gotta ask you?
Kind regards I've been doing well these past few,
She's a master with plans and a terrible feud,
Leaving scars on a man if she's ever pursued,
Even after you're damned and aware of the wound,
Your beating heart's in her hand like the ‘Temple of Doom',
She's a beast in disguise of a sweet song siren,
That feasts on admirers so keep on driving,
Unleashed like the virus, Calici we're blinded,
And weak so she think she can keep on lying?
Enough is enough it's just counter productive,
When trust is inductive to being so f*cked with,
And love is a high you can buy in a substance,
Know what? F*ck this, it was always destructive,
I'ma let you know I've let you go,
You'll never affect my mode, get dressed and go,
You better test the road so step and know,
You're left alone to be another stepping stone it goes
[Hook]
Now, now you're gone
And I feel so lonely, I don't know what to do
Now, now you're gone
And I feel so lonely, I don't know what to do
[Verse 2: Suffa]
She slept on the couch for about four days or so,
Then left like a southpaw, bout four days ago,
I'm blessed with a mouth than can outtalk ASIO,
But from this fallout my poor mouth couldn't save me so,
Now I spend my days alone, playing me some Maseo,
Telephone messages; I doubt she ever plays ‘em though,
CD in the stereo, TV on the radio,
I was a lover, but the love it couldn't save me though,
Baby don't play me, don't break me yo save me,
Don't make me go crazy like saying don't taze me bro,
Maybe you're right, and it's all for the best,
And maybe you're right, but I'm all you have left,
When the best friends head for the S bend,
Less than zero, you'll need me like a western hero,
You used to use my chest as a pillow, paro,
Now my heart is just a target for an arrow
[Hook]
Now, now you're gone
And I feel so lonely, I don't know what to do
Now, now you're gone
And I feel so lonely, I don't know what to do
[Verse 3: Suffa]
Every breath you take is filling the,
Lungs that hug the heart that's killing me,
Feelings Suffa foster for her,
Lost her, not my lover, Billy Jean,
So pretty please, to a girl so pretty, please,
You really need to not make me crawl like a millipede,
Feeling the fool? Maybe you're not fulfilling me,
But silly me, I'm feeling this Philly's all I really need like
[Hook]
Now, now you're gone
And I feel so lonely, I don't know what to do
Now, now you're gone
Two faced
I'm the friendly face, and I'm the guilty smile
I'll give you props to your front
And when your back's turned I'll stab it
The saddest thing's so you'll never know when or why
I can't be your friend so I must be Gemini
Two faced
I'm the friendly face, and I'm the guilty smile
I'll give you props to your front
And when your back's turned I'll stab it
The saddest thing's so you'll never know when or why
I can't be your friend so I must be Gemini
What's up, I'm your man
What's that I heard you say
You're phat with the world play
I got your back like your vertabrae
I got your back
So see if this knife in your spine fits
Coz I'm sick of this [??] man, it gives me the shits
Like laxatives
What's that, I'm sweet
Yeah I'm a friendly face
I turn the other cheek
I know it's weak, but we can then be mates
Turn the other cheek I'll slap it, turn your back on me
I'll stab it
Have you heard about Pressure, man?
I heard he's got a habit.
I shoot up mics like needles, but a smack rat that
ain't me
I've always been clean, I couldn't dream why you'd hate
Yeah, but lately I've noticed you've been chilling with
smackrats
He's on the gear, that's fact
Check his arm for tracks
Yo, it's whack that rumours come between us
So what's on your mind?
I know that you're fond of mine, coz we been friends
too long a time for this to happen
Ha, though I was clapping, I diss your rappin'
It didn't have to end up like this, but that'll happen
This show is slammin'
Suffa, damn man, you getting ill on the downlow
You sound so phat but I ain't sweating, chill
Sweatin' me?
Don't ever think that you can threaten me
I'll pretend to be your friend
But you'll find out my weaponry
Is a knife in your back
So why's it gotta be like that?
And now I hear you're dissin' me man,
You're here now let it fly,
Nah you can trust me, I'm your best friend Gemini.
Two faced
I'm the friendly face, and I'm the guilty smile
I'll give you props to your front
And when your back's turned I'll stab it
The saddest thing's you'll never know when or why
I can't be your friend so I must be Gemini
Two faced
I'm the friendly face, and I'm the guilty smile
I'll give you props to your front
And when your back's turned I'll stab it
The saddest thing's so you'll never know when or why
I can't be your friend so I must be Gemini
What's up, I'm your man
What's that I heard you say
You're phat with the world play
I got your back like your vertabrae
I got your back
So see if this knife in your spine fits
I'm sick of this [??] man, it gives me the shits
Like laxatives
What's that, I'm sweet
Yeah I'm a friendly face
I turn the other cheek
I know it's weak, but we can then be mates
Turn the other cheek I'll slap it, turn your back I'll
stab it
You heard about Suffa, man?
I hear he's got a habit.
I shoot up mics like needles, but a smack rat that
ain't me
I've always been clean, I couldn't dream why you'd hate
Yeah, but lately I've noticed he's been chilling with
smackrats
He's on some gear, that's fact
Check his arm for tracks
Yo, it's whack that rumours come between us
So what's on your mind?
I know that you're fond of mine, we been friends too
long a time for this to happen
Although I was clapping, I diss your rappin'
It didn't have to end up like this, but that'll happen
This show is slammin'
Pressure, damn man, you getting ill on the downlow
You sound so phat, but I ain't sweating, chill.
Sweatin' me?
Don't ever think that you can threaten me
I'll pretend to be your friend
But you'll find out my weaponry
Is a knife in your back
So why's is gotta be like that?
And now I hear you're dissin' me man,
You're here now let it fly,
Nah you can trust me, I'm your best friend Gemini.
Two faced
I'm the friendly face, and I'm the guilty smile
I'll give you props to your front
And when your back's turned I'll stab it
The saddest thing's so you'll never know when or why
I can't be your friend so I must be Gemini
Two faced
I'm the friendly face, and I'm the guilty smile
I'll give you props to your front
And when your back's turned I'll stab it
The saddest thing's so you'll never know when or why
Verse 1 – Suffa
You sound like a bitch man,
Nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man,
I'll tell you this, OK, it don't fit man,
It's like OJ, little glove, big hand,
Step to this I'll take your miss, make her twist and,
Moan, like I fucked with the pitch man,
This land where the bricks stand,
On red sands, I spit grams of powdered Difflam,
To ease your muscle pain, do the hustle,
Came to tussle against the corporate gain man,
Parcels move train to plane in the struggle,
Markers give a claim to fame in the jungle,
Street revolutionaries, we the evolutionary,
Anomalies, but stupidly they try stopping me,
That's only making me a martyr we,
Like opiates in the vein, attack the arteries,
Don't get smart with me; I got a heart in me,
Like Pharlap, and gone so far raps now a part of me,
I got camaraderie, the great unwashed,
I got a heart in me that pump's straight up scotch,
But crews still try to diss me, till I switch it on em,
Like they try to diss Fats, till they see a picture of him,
Big boys, aint small man, they tall and,
Ugly, want to cut me come join and join the monsters ball man.
Verse 2 – Pressure
These are the last of days, a vast array,
Of fake fucks up in a masquerade,
It's swim or drown, we act we don't sink,
Its primal instinct we rap we don't think,
Its do or die, no turning back like suicide,
Till you're doing time with these cut throats in a suit and tie,
So don't feed the animals, or act a fool,
Your just one man, a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves,
So while you're fighting over scraps and loose change and moot claims,
Pressures higher up in the food chain,
And small time predators rove in packs,
That why big time executives throw them scraps,
So much static that this is such a hazardous business,
And having to witness that half these rappers are bitches,
Got me laughing hysterically, I've the heart of a pedigree,
So pissing on the next man is just marking my territory,
Rivals will claim over head strong beef,
And try, fighting for fame on these slept on streets,
While I'm, signing my name in the wet concrete,
Touching both sides of your brain when I flex on beats,
And when we sound the drums, I'll see cowards hung,
When my hour comes I'd rather catch a beat down than run,
It's just that honest, I don't rap for these monsters,
Verse One – Pressure
Be careful what you wish for; be cautious what you seek,
Women are like opportunities; grasp them when they're in reach,
All that glitters is gold, and sold for green locally,
Life's a blind struggle that's why fate keeps tripping over me,
With fines, debts and warrants trust me when I say they serve you,
What you don't know can't hurt you; so not knowing you's a virtue,
It's a fast food world; I fear that I'm a die gluttoning,
But life is like John Howard, too short to waste time worrying,
I moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mental,
Now I'm using my potential, for bruising instrumentals,
I'm a bad natured human, bound to stagnate in ruin,
Till these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruising,
We're all drunk philosophers so give it time now,
There's a fine line between a smile and a frown, Yeah? It's called an eyebrow,
If measurement of ones worth was one word of testament,
I'm done keeping it real I keep it relevant.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
Verse Two – Suffa
I've been an out and out loudmouth since my youth,
I'm generous with words but selfish with the truth,
I'd never say some things on my mind anyway,
Cos ideas are like cars, they get stolen everyday,
And when I do speak women call me a creep,
Ladies chivalry's not dead it's on the couch where you made it sleep,
I get deep without the meaningful,
Mimed a rhyme to a blind man, he said ‘Boy now I've seen it all',
The worlds an ugly place filled with beautiful women,
And people, who love music but lack suitable rhythm,
What a computer will give them an instrument won't,
It's called hip hop, guess what we're the industry joke,
But hip hop followers, follow us till your sorrow is gone,
And be strong cos tomorrow it's on,
We ain't no beat nick, weak trip, kids on the sneak tip,
We spit deep shit all of life' secrets.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
(Since back in the day, we've been the major crew) - Suffa
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) x 2 - Pressure
(Since back in the day, we've been the major crew) - Suffa
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) x 2 - Pressure
Verse 1
(Suffa)
Who's fucking with me? Suffa MC, tongue like sandpaper
who's rougher then weed, been gone for a while, it's been a cold winter,
we back to get the crowd off their feet, like back injuries, raps, facts and similes
axes to hack into me, they try to bring me down like a mat compact into me
back you can't hinder me, fact you can't injure me
we back to crack the back of this wack rap industry, these MC's don't wanna
they don't wanna mess with me, fuck that bitches run it's mouth listen,
this is a storm in a d-cup, you wack as Aussie troops going to Afghanistan
(I'm in the world war, with Muhammad my man)
I'm taking MCs to war, fuck the friendships and politics,
end this because my lyrical depth is bottomless, we thought you'd forgotten us
there's no forgetting me, you wanna fight you couldn't win a battle hypothetically
(Since back in the day, we've been the major crew) - Suffa
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) - Pressure
Your fault is believing in your own height
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) - Pressure
(Since back in the day, we've been the major crew) - Suffa
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) x 2 - Pressure
Touch the microphone the hole joint catches on fire
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) - Pressure
Verse 2
(Pressure)
I had enough of their dissing so fuck em ambition is nothing but wishing
they come off fat when their under nutrition, hated no lover you listen
you getting bump in my system your chances hardly
as much as an Iraqi becoming a Christian,
You'll never shine, you can't polish a turd,
your shit is dope I'll shove it down your throat so swallow your words,
I'm sick of compensating for what i stand for your not a man your just masturbating in your propaganda
and got a lot to answer, your shit don't stink think your shit won't sink
man and that it think that your large and where small time, till bobbies is small minds
carrying the heavy weight of their ego on small spines. This is rugged raw for heads
that want nothing more for others talk while their chicks who swallow dicks like a fucking whore
so what they bargained for is just hip-hop love and war,
Pressure mc, Hilltop Hoods a lyric juggernaut
(Since back in the day, we've been the major crew) - Suffa
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) - Pressure
You ain't writing you only excersing your wrists
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) - Pressure
(Since back in the day, we've been the major crew) - Suffa
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) - Pressure
My Shit is fly, you can ask anyone
(Hilltop Hoods working the mic) - Pressure
Cunts here they at a Hilltop Hoods Show
Hilltop Hoods Represent Represent
With a six pack of pale listen to the hoods and most that dabble
blues boys prevail
(Hilltop Hoods) x 2
Pull strings you don't stop like the Hilltop Hoods
Minds kept like hilltops, that's why our thoughts are elevated.
Hilltop Hoods, that's a good vibe as good as the first time you saw the Hilltop Hoods live
The Hilltop Hoods wait a minute, no you no you aye aye aye aye you disloyal fool as bitch made punk
are you motherfuckers 'íght, ok ok ok alright, i run shit here you live here
yeah that's right you better walk away, go on, walk away
Verse 1 Suffa
This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest
The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it's
Your choice, I won't judge you tonight
Cos I'm paraletic, I ain't looking to lose a fight
So put your hands up if you're not to drunk to stand up
If you bombing up the toilets put your man up
And put your can up spray it in the air mate
Check out my man, fuck its all going pear shaped
They call me Suff when I'm drunk they call me fuck off
Head under the bar trying to drink the run off
I'm a one of a kind; I'll rhyme till I'm cut off
Or just to fucking blind to get one off
Don't call me son of a bitch; I'm the son of an angel
When the sun of the morning hits it's so painful
These all nighters are killing me
But it's alright are you feeling me?
And it's all love, and it's alright
Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights
Then it's all over, go home, go sleep
Wake up, get sober, what a great night
And it's all love, and it's alright
Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights
Then it's all over, go home, go sleep
Wake up, get sober, what a great night.
Verse 2 Suffa
This is for the gamblers, the ramblers, the grandmas and grandpas
The fans of the samplers, my godson in pampers
Champ let's all amp this out like Peavey
Like De La said it's so easy
It's so easy, to pack this
Chain smoking in the back like I had three cigarettes and one match it's
The one who sucks tequila from a cactus
You couldn't hack this with axes, to all the detractors
Go listen to Axis if you want proof
That Obese ain't actors, we produce
The rawest performance from verse to the chorus
Hung like a walrus, run like a tortoise
Obese, enormous, flawless on the cordless
I own this mic like my name was Shure it's
For the poorest or richest, slowest or quickest
Flow with a sickness, bro you know what this is?
And it's all love, and it's alright
Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights
Then it's all over, go home, go sleep
Wake up, get sober, what a great night
And it's all love, and it's alright
Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights
Then it's all over, go home, go sleep
Wake up, get sober, what a great night
Gin and tonic, you rock the house and,
Tequila shots, you rock the house and,
Chivas Regal, you rock the house and,
Yager bombs, you rock the house
And it's all love, and it's alright
Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights
Then it's all over, go home, go sleep
Wake up, get sober, what a great night
And it's all love, and it's alright
Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights
Then it's all over, go home, go sleep
(Verse 1 - Pressure)
It's the next chapter, where's all my head at?
You slept at the fact that we crept back to
Set factors straight, the only dead rappers
Are penned at the papes of no cred actors
Those haters, no you don't faze us
Cos you don't know shit so, you're on a need to know basis
And those gracious folk with no status
I made this flow for you, no your own name is
Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the
Middle finger that you put up in a fixture
Life's a bitch and it'll hit you
If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living literature
Hip Hop's a circus act this is absurd but fact
One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap
One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that
Furthered rap culture round the earth and back
But some diss but when I'm up in your face
You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say
I got respect for the scene and love for the place
Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change
We're still striving on, were still alive and strong
Right or wrong I'd still kill for where I belong
Insightful on the real deal when I write a song
Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on?
(Verse 2 - Suffa)
I'll have the whole crowd like, oh shit, that's right I said it
I'll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits
Two of the best to ever edit poetics
It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it
Off, Hilltop in the place, sir just calm down
Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down
You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round
You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round
Pump it up in your car; turn your car into a club
Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down
Just burn the bar down, like a disco inferno
MCs aren't the only thing we burn though
I'm the arsonist like Rakim is
So ask your kids who the number one artist is
Obese got the mad fucking roster while
Your crew couldn't even house a foster child
You're flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got to smile
When you panic on stage like you lost a child
Where's Benny? Benny's across the road watching Hilltop
Cos they got the flow the hills have still got
The skills, the beats to get nice on
Don't need drugs, I get a buzz when the mics on
So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on