State Of The Art lyrics

She's young, live and homely
Wise by no means
Known one guy she's for his eyes and only
He's a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely
Separates the pain by staying high and though she
Might just O.D. high price to go free
This ain't living, listen it's dying slowly
(It's got a hold on me)
She can chase that feeling
(It's got a hold on me)
Don't chase that feeling

(Chorus)

I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youre drunk on Friday night you know whats what,
And if youre blaaagh you know whats what,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if youre just too fucking blind you know whats what,

VERSE 1: PHARAOHE MONCH
Now we bring the new danger to strangers who claim to defame the crew,
Pharoahe, Hilltop Hoods, never singing the blues,
Slinging these new singles for you to mingle to,
Australian Hip Hop but not kangaroos,
Change the game a little rearrange the rules,
Your whole frame is brittle man you came to lose,
We drop classics you bastards,

VERSE 1: SUFFA
Terror cleared the skyline and anger clouded judgement,
So they spent a thousand nighttimes in the desert fighting something,
That they couldnt find, that made it something that they couldnt fight,
Left us lamenting all the wrongs that they couldnt right,
This is for the second time, weve been here before,
From Vietnam to Saddam, we always needing a war,

VERSE 1: PRESSURE
My words ring true, so until the end of the marriage,
Cutting my neck from my back is the only severance package,
For this veteran that is blessed and possessed with the language,
In a profession that takes less than a second for Pressure to vanish,
I scream vocals clear in the hope your hearing your host,
Less we choke in fear of the smoke and mirrors,

VERSE 1: PRESSURE
This will be my last confession,
This industry can leave harsh impressions,
I have little faith forgive me for my past discretions,
But we live and learn that history and past are lessons,
The day this is work the love of it dies,
A handful make it, the others will strive,
And hunger can drive hatred but such is just life,
I guess jealousys the curse that the struggle inspires,

Quarter to midnight, a sea of slaughter Im in flight,
Red running water getting caught in the rip tide,
Cars out of order man I thought I could hitch hike,
Sporting a chainsaw for Im avoiding a fist fight,
The evacuation went ahead,
But bullet fire caressed my head I was left for dead,
Awoke in hell and knowing well the feds had fled,
Before the sun set in red,

VERSE 1
Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa,
Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya,
Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper,
Flow, see what Im saying like a teleprompter?
And you could never stop us, fucking posers,
Appetite for destruction like Guns N Roses,
We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop a,
Pain killer, pill popper, brain killer, slurring like,

VERSE 1: PRESSURE
Standing in line, fifteen couldnt wait,
Couldnt fathom any talent in rhyme,
Had to get mine, granted in mind,
Was my rapping that I thought would never happen in time,
Odds stacked to reject us, attacking the hecklers,
Reckless with rap till they had to respect us,
Laid tracks, never asked for jack for my efforts,
Cause everything we do comes back to affect us,

VERSE 1: PRESSURE
Ive been earning my stripes, till Im perfect when Im working the mic,
And Ive been serving the type of words that murder insights,
This aint an urge its for life, what I recite furthers the fight,
A service for the circus that occurs in the night,
So put your money where your mouth is, were doing it now,
Cause Golden Eras let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts,

CHORUS
I thought we had,
Such a good thing going,
Now the light you burned,
Is dying out so slowly

VERSE 1: PRESSURE
For starters, aint heartless I dont hate them,
But I was starving and parted our relations,
I never live in the past like the forsaken,
I was ill, you were never the master of your patience,
We were martyrs for this mayhem,

VERSE 1: SUFFA & PRESSURE
Duck and cover, cos when you fuck with Suffa its like the bombs dropped,
You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott,
We got it on lock, deadlock, non-stop, head-nod,
Even when the song stop,
Step in the cipher and its danger,
Ill set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber,
And he dont fuck around, weve gained such renown,