Hilltop hoods - dumb enough

Hilltop hoods - dumb enough Lyrics

pressure:
this is recreation, set ya station
and get ya place in a comfy seat
on this beat pressure will set the occasion
for your entertainment i work hard on my flows
this scene is full of falling emcees i wear heart as the shows
n every hiphop has a critic, cuz some hit the stage hard
i couldn't get these eyes on open at a gay bar
so comedy festival they sell one intelligable
can't work out it they got peas for brains or they just vegetables
and thats pathetic is me bein anorexic i do damage
like a paraletic paramedic with no anaesthetic
girls shake my hand guys wanna hug me its a worry
if i forgot ya name im sorry your probly pretty ugly
im standing getting old, so when it comes d-day
ima thank you all for dissing me just say something cliche
and when im dead and buried i want use in the lobby in a shirts
at my cemetary singin

chorus (suffa)
hilltop hoods and we're coming up
so step on up if ya dumb enough
x 2

suffa:
people chant the chorus
when they hear it yo its on

pressure:
ya rise like a tsunami, when ya feel it

suffa:
its a bomb, i make origami of ya lyrics (geez thats good suffa, what is it?)
its a swan!
i got this sh*t to bomb emcees back to the stoneage
the stage'll get ya at ya seat quicker than road rage
i take em all from beat jackers to backpackers
with tracks fatter to run a muck on these wackrappers
but then it happened
what i thought could
i screwed all these emcees, and it got awkward

it got weird didn't it, it got weird

you don't wanna see me anymore
oi suffa u can't sing

yeah i can't even hum a tune but i make this crowd bounce like bedswings on a honeymoon
coming to ya best but its still not good enuff suffa's ruffin with the hilltop hoods and we're comin up

chorus

both:
from the hilltops in the andes to the rocky's in canada
we infect the mics like, tommy to pamela
they gassed in teh head, they trashed n said its pure jealousy
like left foot right foot's an invitation to step to me
your losing your footing ya need some velcro on them shelltoes
in fights im throwing rhymes in rhyme fights im throwing elbows
the crowd loves solid goods ya try to get a hold
when u couldn't move ya sshhh with a diaretic cold
i already told em the hills are impassable impossible
the truth hurts this rhyme'll put you in hospital
break it down like a molecule we burnin like fossil fuels
im something other phenomenon
i'm phenominal
these rappers they dont wanna, f**k with suff
you better turn off ya mic, unless ya dumb enough
cause we runnin up on stage with night until the sun is up
so runamuckin with the hilltop hoods and we're comin up

chorus