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[Verse 1 - Pressure] |
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It's the next chapter, where's all my heads 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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Cos 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 - 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 |
