It's your round
If you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce
Like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since
Back in the days, I'm the clown prince
It's your round
If you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce
Like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
First up on the dulcet tones of the Gravy Bone Project
Suffa MC
Came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips
Into arms I'll lick your spirit with my miracle whip, whip
Cos what I'm hearing's all shit on the lyrical tip
Nah I aint feeling you kid
We gave you, something to jock, but it wasn't no thing
Like Bobby gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring
And I'm a keep at em
Crossing my fingers that eve
Says keep Adam
I'm going down on Louise
And I'm a wreak havoc
Little man with a big pen
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen
Like Drinking
Smoking
Cursing
Sucking
Titties, representing the city that I grew up in
We laid the path so you got a way in
It's Hilltop; we're three stars like a Holiday Inn
It's your round
If you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce
Like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, hilltop; we've been down since
Back in the days, I'm the clown prince
It's your round
I you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce
Like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
Next up, when I get loose with no fail
Appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So when I leave yyou're fucking with my pride I don't see though
Typical MC
My nuts don't match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity cos they don't linger
The glass aint half empty its half full
That why I'm a table drinker
Think you're on Pressures level
Only thing tight bro
That you might show is dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant fucker
Damaging suckers masterfully
If I married your mother you still wouldn't be half of me
You should run from me
Fuck battling aint nothing sweet
Cos I won't beat you to the punch I'll punch you to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth I just cant stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it's hard to breathe
Its Hilltop, we're the first to come last to leave
It's your round
If you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce
Like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since
Back in the days, I'm the clown prince
It's your round
If you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce
Like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager
I'm smooth like
Marlon Brando at thirty
At my peak like
Marlon Brando at fifty
And I'm fat like
Marlon Brando at seventy
Fuck it
No MC could ever better me (no one man)
And half the time
Half my crew could drink the bar
And half these cats aint half of what they think they are
We independent
I'dd sign on the line
The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times
Their rhymes are designed to try diss us
But why diss us
I don't rewind to try to find disses man
I just recline and mind my business
And I think in lines in rhymes
The rhyme stitches up the minds
Of the lines of dimes and fine
I pen letters that kill
Then stab your neck with a feather until you've bled in my quill
This veteran's ill
Thinking you can
Better my skill
You need medicine chill a Pressure vendettas for real
It's your round
If you're hanging at the back of the bar,
So just bounce
Like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since
Back in the days, I'm the clown prince
It's your round
If you're hanging at the back of the bar
So just bounce
Like you're banging in the back of your car
We turn it out, Hilltop; we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager