[Verse 1 a¢æ¡° Pressure]
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It's the next chapter, where's all my head at?
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You slept at the fact that we crept back to,
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Set factors straight, the only dead rappers,
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Are penned at the papes of no cred actors,
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Those haters, no you don't faze us,
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You don't know shit so, you're on a need to know basis,
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And those gracious folk with no status,
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I made this flow for you, no your own name is,
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Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the,
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Middle finger that you put up in a fixture,
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Life's a bitch and it'll hit you,
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If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living literature,
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Hip Hop's a circus act this is absurd but fact,
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One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap,
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One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that,
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Furthered rap culture round the earth and back,
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But some diss but when I'm up in your face,
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You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say,
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I got respect for the scene and love for the place,
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Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change,
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We're still striving on, were still alive and strong,
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Right or wrong I'd still kill for where I belong,
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Insightful on the real deal when I write a song,
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Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on?
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[Verse 2 a¢æ¡° Suffa]
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I'll have the whole crowd like, oh shit, that's right I said it,
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I'll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits,
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Two of the best to ever edit poetics,
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It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it,
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Off, Hilltop in the place, sir just calm down,
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Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down,
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You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round,
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You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round,
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Pump it up in your car; turn your car into a club,
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Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down,
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Just burn the bar down, like a disco inferno,
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MCs aren't the only thing we burn though,
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I'm the arsonist like Rakim is,
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So ask your kids who the number one artist is,
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Obese got the mad fucking roster while,
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Your crew couldn't even house a foster child,
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You're flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got to smile,
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When you panic on stage like you lost a child,
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Where's Benny? Benny's across the road watching Hilltop,
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Cos they got the flow the hills have still got,
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The skills, the beats to get nice on,
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Don't need drugs, I get a buzz when the mics on,
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So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on,
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Hilltop, we're what's left when the vibe's gone.
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Recapturing The Vibe Restrung
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Hilltop Hoods |