MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
hilltop hoods - 1979
[Verse One]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse Two]
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
and old school New York that?s still got the vibe
hilltop hoods - an audience with the devil
[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 ?So 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.?
[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 a city street 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...
hilltop hoods - another world
[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 ill-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!
Step into the cipher, it's another world
hilltop hoods - b-boy battlegear
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...
"b-boy battlegear"
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
Yep
Ok
See ya then mate
Chill
Chill
hilltop hoods - breathe
[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 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.
[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,
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.
[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,
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.
hilltop hoods - chase that feeling
VERSE 1 PRESSURE
She's young, lithe and homely, wise by no means,
Known one guy she's for his eyes and only,
He's 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 aint 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
VERSE 2 PRESSURE
Sometimes I feel we strive for a life of apathy,
Callous deeds, other mindless acts of greed,
Aint 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
VERSE 3 - SUFFA
It's like they try to build you up to watch it all collapse,
You try climb out the pit, they'll try claw you back,
Like back in the factory packing the shelves,
It was hell cos 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
CHORUS
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 they'll have to raise that ceiling man
VERSE 4 PRESSURE
From a young age I was making my mark, chasing my start,
Forever aint enough when your state of the art,
Fuck the haters that had said I'd never make it this far,
It's the pavers that I'd 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
VERSE 5 - SUFFA
I ride the rails of a vinyl track,
Fall into a trance and there aint 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
CHORUS
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 they'll have to raise that ceiling man
VERSE 6
At start of the summer,
I'm a come to life and have the heart of a hummingbird,
And I can hear the drummer,
She's 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,
Chase that feeling
hilltop hoods - chris farley
[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 drunk on Friday night you know what's what,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
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,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what
[Verse 2:] ~Pressure~
I wanna go out like Biggie and Pac,
No gun fire, I'm talking rum and dry, hit me with shots,
Tequila and scotch, I'll wind up on the idiot box,
At 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 ok,
I'll drop seven more albums by my ghost from the grave
[Verse 2:] ~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:]
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,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
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,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what
[ Hilltop Hoods Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
[Verse 3:] ~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'd remind them of 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
[Verse 4:] ~Suffa~
I wanna bender like Hendrix,
Blend six liquors with ten drinks,
Ten-four buddy, well it's like ten-six, when it's,
Ten sixteen in the morning, my girl will send,
Sixteen messages to me warning,
We'll be ex's 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:]
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,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
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,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what,
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,
And if you're blaaagh you know what's what,
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,
And if you're bluuugh you know what's what
hilltop hoods - circuit breaker
[verse 1: suffa]
Chea uh
I gotta jump back and kiss my self
The hoods have come back to rip this girl
Live on the drum track man you diss yourself
So drunk that you nearly pissed your self
And if you come whack uh you rish your health
I'm the one that made ll ring the bell
Sharp as a thumtack its the infidel in the back with some girl names isabelle
And ima' your gonna what
I'm gonna wreck this with the freshed
Thermoelectrics technics and a set list
So check this hilltops lock jaws like tetnus
Fuck breakfast at tiffanies I want tiffany for breakfast
What up what up the funk leader told your last lp
With a style that makes you smile like a chelsea smile
What the fucks that man?
Ita when u place razorblades on the cheek and a keg to the face uh
In the place and we raising the roof like al qaeda placed a case in the booth uh
Taste of the truth and some flawless shit
coz john howard knows the taste of georges dick
Man I'm born to spit these kids wish they stuck me
I warned you kids your bitchmade like puppies
Switchblade to nazies cut em thru their khakis
I loose it everytime I put it down like carkeys
"what a clever line..I lose it everytime I put it down like carkeys"really good line"
Holy shit I am the greatest what a goodline""
I am the greatest and u hate it I am the greatest and u hate it
"honestly man thats rediculous,seriously your out of control I am the greatest and you hate it, whatever"
[verse 2: pressure]
It only take..one..man to bust
But it takes these two to raise them standards up
Takes three..debris man that cuts
This is for
Those that will stand with us
From sun down 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 ur average wishing to score listeners for pitiful crap its
Off richter sicker then cough fits you
Listen to pop hits this isn't your soft shit your
All in the mix so start warning the kids
They're adopted and not but they were born with a gift
I'm so fatal like reverends won't stay till confession
You'll can't hold your own like post natal depression
Gotta mouth of profanity spouse and a family
At my house man no wonder I'm doubting my sanity
I'm an honest drunk what a mentally
Avoiding the truth staying sober
I'm an addict of reality
I live for tomorrow so cheating death today
Means all costs avoid repeating yesterday
I'm a loose cannon and enough juice to sooth famine
Break your back with this rap and ask you who slamming
Some rapper claiming a throne unaware they
ain't kings only royalty they know is airplay
hilltop hoods - city of light restrung
Verse 1 â?? Suffa
Iâ??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 Iâ??m from you might see Suffa MC,
Walking the traps trying to escape the map,
Ninety one was my shit Iâ??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 couldnâ??t paint so I rhymed to the writers,
Theyâ??d laugh, light up a smoke, and get blinded by their lighters,
â??Nasty Artsâ?? ran my line evading cop cars,
And we looked up to them like they were rock stars,
Paint stained hands and fame like Manson,
Thatâ??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
Iâ??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 Iâ??m from you might see Pressure MC,
Walking the traps trying to escape the map,
Ninety three was my shit Iâ??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 cityâ??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 Iâ??d scar consortiums,
Iâ??d lay waiting, train stations and parks my audience,
Before we had our beats made, before we had a DJ,
Weâ??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,
Youâ??re in the city of light.
hilltop hoods - classic example
[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"
"While I cooked up classics" - Common
hilltop hoods - clown prince
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 gravy bone 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
Back in the days when I was a teenager
hilltop hoods - 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....
Take the backpain
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 comercialism
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 yeild
Cuz in the field of expertize
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'
hilltop hoods - conversations from a speakeasy
[verse 1:]
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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,
It's the universal language of relaxation.
hilltop hoods - deaf can hear
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
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
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"
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
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
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
hilltop hoods - down for the cause
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 they're point is rolling in their convertible
Don't take it personal, I was born to burn you all
With words so beserk I had to
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