(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 cuz i am gonna burn this motherfucker down
Compositores: Barry John Mannie Francis (Debris), Matthew David Lambert, Daniel Howe Smith ECAD: Obra #5724390