Super Official lyrics

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Artist/Band:

Hilltop Hoods

Album:

State Of The Art

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,
Were here to take back what used to be ours,
So make your last words count like grooms choosing their vows,
Its more than just timing, the sport of slaughter with rhyming,
Of course if Im writing my name upon your corpse its a signing,
Theres hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying,
The water thats rising aint the shore its more of your crying,
Jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths,
They know nothing bout surviving with the times and the news,
And whole image is a lie and didnt like that my crews,
Got our own sneaker, feel free to walk a mile in my shoes,
Hip Hops in hard times if its said, that time is money,
Then Ive been paying dues until I hit the red,
Is it dead, or is it just the picture which your fed?
Write rhymes with your heart and do your business with your head,
If you ever bought Pressure a beer, let it be clear,
It was a blessing but Im stressing Ill be dead in a year,
Forgetting my fears for the blood, sweat and tears,
F a career, Ill be left with the respect of my peers

CHORUS
What were doing here is crazy,
Super Official with the style,
What were doing here is crazy,
If you aint up on this, then you aint up on shit,
Super Official with the style,
If you aint up on this, then you aint up on shit

VERSE 2: SUFFA
Girl for one night, well get drunk right,
And well get tongue tied, till we puke together,
Bitch, Big Lebowski, that rug tied the room together,
Howl at the moon together like Ozzy Osbourne on tour,
In Rio with Ronny James Dio on the encore,
They want a Funkoar, they wanna hold a mirror,
To ninety-four, they want a golden era,
They wanna golden shower so Im a give em,
Sid Vicious, spit vicious, you cant cut me off like circumcision,
Thats just how Im living so adjust how you listen,
To the music, the new shit cant be touched now Im driven,
Aint the same old, lame old take it in the a-hole,
Payola, payroll, dude shut your cakehole,
This is soul like watching some day old,
Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall,
And its so beautiful its painful, a sweet sickness,
Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl youve known,
For three minutes, and proposing in a day and a half,
What were composing heres state of the art,
It weighs heavy on your brow like a crown of thorns,
And thats when we break it down man sound the horns,
Now reborn, work hard, eat lunch in the car,
But we play hard, Braveheart drunk in a bar,
Were here so take heart, were making music thats honest,
The movements upon us like some rebels moving through in the forest,
Carrying a torch to burn Babylon,
For every musician a label ever put a saddle on