Noose-bleed section

Noose-bleed section Lyrics

For my people in the front, in the nose bleed section,
This is for the headsets loving the mix,
My people in the front all covered in spit,
Batters in the box,
Suffa to pitch
Hilltop hoods all humping this b**ch
We are the funk leaders, punks you can’t beat us
we bump the bump metres
we jump you chumps need us
So jump with us, down the front if its,
Your flavour, come get drunk with us

This life turned out nothing like I had planned,
Why not? By now I should have had some land,
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand,
But I got nothing, nothing, I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering, suffering, from the lines in the dust you keep sniffing,
That sh*t is for the punk, that sh*t is for my bros, my people in the front row

You know I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
You know I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row

Check it out
I got hip-hop taste buds,
I Wanna hear that bass when I make love,
Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up,
write rhymes to get me through a break up….b**ch

Love my whisky, straight, No chaser,
Went through 50 breaks, no flavour
Till I found this one and made the,
Bass hooked with the drum, my saviour,
This is the come back, tounge that’s
Sharp like a thumb tak, so tight chains the same,
Kick my foot back, one track, gay track,
Gave that residual, noise banned funk that we claimed with the digital,
Toys from the apache, you’re failing to match me
Throw your hands in the air like you’re hailing a taxi “taxi”
And move to the front row, ur stepping are you drunk bro?
This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row

You know I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
You know I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row

People don’t complain if suffa’s in here,
and you’re in the front row all covered in beer
and club owners don't say the place is werecked it's your fault
if the roof is on fire, its an electric fault
now I bet you will bolt, when I bring it live
like friday night footy in my hoody yakkin harder
get live from the breaks on the place one
lads if you're headin to the bar grab your mates one
Ladies come chill, come work with me honey,
I got like half a mill in monopoly money,
There’s no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand
We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand,
take a plane to Japan and drink saki with the mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Geduffia
Dinner date followed by a funk show uh
Well rip off our tops and jump around in the front row

You know I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
You know I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row

Put me here, and im all yours,
its not for the money and its not for the applause, no

it’s the nosebleed section

You know I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
You know I looked around for faces I’d know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row