Hilltop Hoods - Super Official lyrics

rate me

What's up? You miss us?

Mr. Debris say hi... "Hello, hello, hello" "Hello, hello, hello"

We are of course representing mighty, mighty Hilltop

I'm Mr. Suffa, just up the back

We got P-Delaressure...

I've been earning my stripes till I'm perfect when I'm working the mic

And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights

This ain't an urge, it's 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, we're doing it now

Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts

We're here to take back what used to be ours

So make your last words count like grooms choosing their vows

It's more than just timing (why?), the sport of slaughter with rhyming

Of course if I'm writing my name upon your corpse it's a signing

There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying

The water that's rising ain't the shore, it's 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 didn't like that my crew's

Got their own sneaker, feel free to walk a mile in my shoes

Hip Hop's in hard times, if it's said that time is money

Then I'll be paying dues until I hit the red

Is it dead? Or is it just the picture, which you're 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 I'm stressing I'll be dead in a year

Forgetting my fears for the blood, sweat and the tears

Eff a career, I'll be left with the respect of my peers

What we're doing here is crazy

"In case you haven't heard, my way's super official"

Super official with the style

"Yeah, step into my zone and get blown"

What we're doing here is crazy

If you ain't up on this then you ain't up on shit

Super official with the style

If you ain't up on this then you ain't up on shit

Girl for one night, we'll get drunk right?

And we'll 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 I'm a give 'em

Sid Vicious, spit vicious (you can't cut me off like circumcision)

It's just how I'm living so adjust how you listen

To the music, the new shit can't be touched now I'm driven

Ain't 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 it's so beautiful it's painful, it's sweet sickness

Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known

For three minutes, and proposing in a day and a half

What we're composing here's state of the art

It weighs heavy on your brow like a crown of thorns

And that's 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

We're here to take heart, we're making music that's honest man

The movement's 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

Golden Era!