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HILLTOP HOODS lyrics : "Another World"

(feat. Koolism)

[Verse 1: Hau]

You dirty rat, talking %#@! trying to send me back
To hell from where you came from
You sing that same song, every time I hear you

It sounds like you off ya flame plus you drink too much beer too
Your queer crew aren't %#@! neither
A bit eager to get a kid beater

With the blunt side of a machete
It's my cunt side that's so upsetting
Letting off steam like tutsi Quasar streams

Empty ya dreams, getting ripped at the seams
Harsh are the words from a biblical fiend
Cussing out the evil in you

It's amazing what evil people will do
To get the chance to dance and swing with the king
Shine without the bling bling

But B-Boys can't understand cause it's a Koolism thing see
Single-handedly, or even if I got my uncle down with me
We're taking out your whole family

From nephews, to second cousins, to your old (*##$
To your half brother, down to your gold fish (oh ish)
You understanding me? Cause it's hunting season

And picking them off your family tree like
One by one, two by two, the almighty Koolism crew
The who is who of Aussie hip-hop

While I'm a sick cunt, your just a sick @@#!
In a piss trough so piss off

[Verse 2: Suffa]
MC's think they're too deaf, to hear what I'm telling them
But they can't see me like tattoos on melanin

I'm large like Van Halen in the 80's
Ladies I love, ladies can't step (*##$es
Cut the track til it requires stitches

Like fruit fly in citrus, I'm I'll-tech like Tetris
? Just skill?, come and see what my vocal fetches
I give open lectures, in the park under Wattle trees

Until a fight sparks, and someone's baptised by the bottle we
Try chill, but it bothers me, that violence always erupts
The crowd is feeling me, like a pair of perfect D cups

Yo we up in here like last year's out of here
The hoods up, in here til we tired or out of beer
And we represent it, like the sort of the state

And we staying independent like the ward of the state
Yo I'm-bored-of-the-fake, hi fake! Named Suffa, pleased to meet ya
I live inside the mind of the listener through the speaker

(Is that your beeper?) No it's my phone, I got it on-beeper-and-vibrate
I rock's it for my people til my people's pupils dilate
Yo why hate, those on top, I'm coming from the bottom

Cut the track to my man who comes and puts the pressure on em!

[Verse 3: Pressure]

I look MC's in their eyes and ask em what they think's wrong with this rap scene
And what their lacking, thinking that here I got their vaccine
I'm wavering from their battering with the slip of my mix

Think they can battle with headphones until they listen to this!
Kicking the hits, the Hoods and Koolism, I'm serious this
Is guaranteed to get some head nod til you slip and you diss

So persist with a diss! Man you believe it?
But they aren't even half-stepping, nah man they more like paraplegic
I rock em til they cease and keep it rough when get $#[email protected]

When I leave em scarred so hard they wouldn't heal if Jesus touched them
The rough blend like masturbating with a cheese grater
The MC breaker, never been a faker, please I'm greater!

By any means I make the track pound
Whether that be taking your integrity and exposing, yeah that's wack sound
Back down! Pressure got you where your caught, end it Suffa, swerve!

Step into the cipher, it's another world

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