OOFT (Ponda Baba) Hilltop Hoods

[Verse 1: Suffa]
Cheah
I know who I am and where I stand
I am just a grain of sand getting washed from God's hands
I am nothing but a lamb in the great expanse
An ape staring into space, so damn insignificant
Primal on the vinyl, I am cro-magnificent
Title after title 'cause I'm programmed different
Dictate a flow that toe-tags dissidents
No, my man, we don't go ham, listen in
We go Jon Hamm, with the double M, triple threat
Nice day, isn't it? Not for workaholics
Open Logic and work the program like an alcoholic, man
Anybody fucking with P, I'll beat you like Tyson
Beat Larry Homes out of love for Ali
Suffa MC, tell me now, who wanna suffer?
Want them nuts on your chin like Ponda Baba? Nuh-uh

[Pre-Chorus: Suffa]
Listen, I don't wanna fall through the cracks
Like some cigarette ash on Scott Storch's keyboard
So, let me bring it back to these tracks where we snack on these hacks
That's what you all know me for, ooft

[Chorus: Suffa]
Ooft, you'll get bodied in the booth
I'm not worried 'bout a thing that you might say
It goes ooft, God almighty, we the (Truth)
La-di-da-di-dow-da-de-de-da-di-day