Verse One a?? Pressure In life, we struggle as individuals, A fine line between a clichA© saying and something original, As if in death we left something
Verse 1 a?? 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
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
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
Verse 1 a?? 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
Verse 1 a?? 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
Life Be In It' shirts, At my cemetery singinga?¦ Hilltop Hoods and we're coming up, So step on up if you're dumb enough Hilltop Hoods and we're coming
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
Verse One a?? Pressure 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
Pressure: It's all the same, Regardless of your rep and your name Rappers walking in the rain, tryna state there claim I can take the weight they just
m on a higher level of divineness, so call me your highness, There's only three things that are certain in life, Death, taxes and Hilltop Hood working
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome, Back Once again, It's just a matter of time, Left Foot, Right Foot
This is for the heads that's loving the mix, My people in the front all covered in spit, Batter's in the box, (oww) suffer to pitch (what?), Hilltop hoods
VERSE 1: 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
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
Verse One a?? 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
, 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
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
