Hilltop Hoods lyrics
Hilltop Hoods lyrics
"Laying Blame Lyrics"
Electric Suzy Lyrics
Baby, baby, I got something for you Little Suzy come down Broke my heart so I broke her face Ain't no way around it I can be your master There's something in your eyes I don't wanna see 'Cause you're electric Suzy And you're mine 'Til the end of the time Right 'til the end of
Baby, baby, I got something for you Little Suzy come down Broke my heart so I broke her face Ain't no way around it I can be your master There's something in your eyes I don't wanna see 'Cause you're electric Suzy And you're mine 'Til the end of the time Right 'til the end of
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 o
Les Uns Contre Les Autres Lyrics
On dort les uns contre les autres On vit les uns avec les autres On se caresse, on se cajole On se comprend, on se console Mais au bout du compte On se rend compte Qu'on est toujours tout seul au monde On danse les uns contre les autres On court les uns apr?s les autres On se d?teste, on se d?chiref 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
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.
On dort les uns contre les autres On vit les uns avec les autres On se caresse, on se cajole On se comprend, on se console Mais au bout du compte On se rend compte Qu'on est toujours tout seul au monde On danse les uns contre les autres On court les uns apr?s les autres On se d?teste, on se d?chire
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
Lorena Lyrics
LORENA The years creep slowly by, Lorena, The snow is on the grass again; The sun's low down the sky, Lorena, The frost gleams where the flowers have been. But the heart throbs on as warmly now As when the summer days were nigh; Oh, the sun can never dip so low A-down affection's
LORENA The years creep slowly by, Lorena, The snow is on the grass again; The sun's low down the sky, Lorena, The frost gleams where the flowers have been. But the heart throbs on as warmly now As when the summer days were nigh; Oh, the sun can never dip so low A-down affection's
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
Flying Solo Lyrics
`Cross the Bering strait to a foreign land I took to the sky just like I planned Left my old life behind there in the ice and snow followed a rainbow to Mexico Somewhere this side of lucky just shy of goin` down there`s a pilot with her wings on fire and she doesn`t even notice, she got magic on her mi
I spit the finest chapters,`Cross the Bering strait to a foreign land I took to the sky just like I planned Left my old life behind there in the ice and snow followed a rainbow to Mexico Somewhere this side of lucky just shy of goin` down there`s a pilot with her wings on fire and she doesn`t even notice, she got magic on her mi
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.