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фотография Hilltop Hoods

Название :

Laying the Blame

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Жанры :    hip-hop   australian   aussie hip-hop   rap   hip hop   hip-hop   australian   aussie hip-hop   rap   hip hop

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[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
I`m butter made from the cream that came from the crop
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 steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate
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 finest chapters
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 Hoods working the mic
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