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