This 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 mcs i wear heart as the shows
And every hiphop is a critic
cause some hit the stage hard
and couldnand't get these a**holes open at a gay bar
so comedy festival they sell one intelligable
canand'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 your name im sorry
youand're probably pretty ugly
Iand'm 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 shirt
at my cemetary singing
Hilltop hoods and weand're coming up
so step on up if youand're dumb enough
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People chant the chorus
when they hear it yo itand's on
ya rise like a tsunami, when ya feel it
its a bomb
Iand'll make origami of ya lyrics
geez thats good suffa, what is it?
itand's a swan!
I got this shit to bomb mcs back to the stoneage
the stageand'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 happened?
what i thought could
i screwed all these emcees, and it got awkward
(it got weird didnand't it, it got weird)
you donand't wanna see me anymore
Oi suffa you canand't sing
yeah i canand't even hum a tune
but i make this crowd bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon
coming to ya best but its still not good enuff
suffaand's ruffin with the
Hilltop hoods and weand're coming up
so step on up if youand're dumb enough
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from the hilltops in the andes to the rockyand's in canada
we infect the mics like, tommy to pamela
they gassed in the head
they trashed our set its pure jealousy
like left foot right footand's an invitation to step to me
Youand're losing your footing you 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 couldnand't move ya sh*t with a diaretic cold
I already told them the hills are impassable impossible
but the truth hurts thatand's why ima put you in hospital
break it down like a molecule we burnin like fossil fuels
im something of a phenomenon iand'm phenominal
These rappers they dont wanna f*ck with and'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 weand're coming up
so step on up if youand're dumb enough
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