Hilltop Hoods - 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 shit 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, fuck 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