Hilltop Hoods Lyrics
Hilltop Hoods Lyrics
"Laying Blame Lyrics"
Bio Blood Society Lyrics
Why? Tell me why! What the hell is going on? Now! Tell me now! Cuz I don't even understand myself Never! You never ever go across that fatal line Why? Tell me why! Something's going on... I'm a creature who's got a broken genes I look like a monster but I can feel I'm a psycho, with nowhere to go But I'm a figh
Why? Tell me why! What the hell is going on? Now! Tell me now! Cuz I don't even understand myself Never! You never ever go across that fatal line Why? Tell me why! Something's going on... I'm a creature who's got a broken genes I look like a monster but I can feel I'm a psycho, with nowhere to go But I'm a figh
Verse One – Suffa
I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you’ll get hurt,
Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt,
I’ll have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra,
If pain was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin,
I’m taking out the insolent in an instant when
They bring the rhyme; I’ll battle if you wanna tussle,
A single line can turn that fatty matter into muscle,
You stagnate, while my rhymes circulate like rumours,
Your living proof that god has a sense of humour,
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Gone Lyrics
Gone like my last paycheck gone gone away Gone like the car I wrecked gone gone away Gone like a fifth of gin gone gone away Gone like the shape I'm in gone gone away My baby's gone away Gone like a Nixon file gone gone away Gone like my LANDLORD'S smile gone gone away Gone like the furniture gone gone away Gone like
€™m butter made from the cream that came from the crop,Gone like my last paycheck gone gone away Gone like the car I wrecked gone gone away Gone like a fifth of gin gone gone away Gone like the shape I'm in gone gone away My baby's gone away Gone like a Nixon file gone gone away Gone like my LANDLORD'S smile gone gone away Gone like the furniture gone gone away Gone like
I’ll move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name from the top,
And proclaim what I got, boy, so give me headroom,
These clubs are full of more toys than spoilt kids bedrooms,
When I’m on stage I might lose my breath,
Cos I got so much heart that there’s no room in my chest,
Left for lungs, yes the bests yet
To come, my rhymes like a hand around your neck,
Constricting your breathing like snakebites and beestings,
I’m all up in these arseholes faces like G-Strings,
I searched the world for opposition but I fear the
Only competition I found was in a mirror.
Verse Two – Pressure
When Pressure
Shoot Down The Sun Lyrics
My manifesto is a compound of blood The sweat that left me long ago Your fingers move by candlelight I prefer the closet to the naked sunlight Shoot down the sun The scene of the crime is a carnival ride Bystanders weep on every side You shot down the sun, our hand are tied Two faced victims have no place to confi
steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate,My manifesto is a compound of blood The sweat that left me long ago Your fingers move by candlelight I prefer the closet to the naked sunlight Shoot down the sun The scene of the crime is a carnival ride Bystanders weep on every side You shot down the sun, our hand are tied Two faced victims have no place to confi
I have to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates,
If one more critic asks me what I do, I’ll slap them mate,
And tell them I’m a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tape,
Loudmouths make me wanna flip,
MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with their hand on their dick,
Honest, if they ride the nuts I tell the get off me,
Cos I’m unstable like a cradle bridge, so don’t cross me,
I’m highly explosive; you’re a child playing with matches,
I break rappers you give hairline fractures,
These actors keep it real? You’re really wak it’s fact,
You spit one-liners while I spit the fine
Cookie Jar Lyrics
I would turn on the TV but it's so embarrassing to see all the other people I don't know what they mean and it was magic at first when they spoke without sound but now this world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing down Turn it around Well it wasn't me says the boy with the gun sure i pulled the trigger bu
st chapters,I would turn on the TV but it's so embarrassing to see all the other people I don't know what they mean and it was magic at first when they spoke without sound but now this world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing down Turn it around Well it wasn't me says the boy with the gun sure i pulled the trigger bu
Perhaps it’s time to retire the mic,
Like the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one wants to be like,
That anymore, cos nowadays you’re taken on a fantasy tour,
Of coke, guns and gold when they’re actually poor,
Factually flawed, yet entertaining,
I guess it how far we’re willing to go to satisfy a craving,
Make them swallow their tongues like epileptics,
Then I’ll respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic,
So blow me, you still couldn’t rhyme fresh,
I’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 the mic.