Heard of Us Hyjak n Torcha (Ft. Hilltop Hoods)

[Hook]
"Put your hands high, ain't you heard of us
...I'm quite bad... but I shouldn't"
(Hyjak... Suffa... Torcha...)

[Verse 1: Pressure]
I like to make the vinyl bleed when I meditate to heavy breaks
Obsess over thought process until the letters make
There way to my palms, are sweaty, once I'm coming ready
I carve a deadly manuscript and rip past the petty
This man'll make them big shots look bent on weight
I came ahead of my time while others premature ejaculate
An addict of breaks and cuts, obsessed
I'm fucked unless I get a hit and spit til' theres nothing left
I spent my youth like bad credit, got nothing to show
If money was flow I'd be bawling all up in this bro
We got that rough shit, something straight up shit, with sick flows
Some beat around the bush like perverts looking in windows
While others rapping for the cash indoors, fashion awards
They lacking cords, we catching wreck with Jack n Torch
You say your hard? I'ma laugh and raise my glass
Fuck and ego your only as dope as the listeners say you are

[Hook]
"Put your hands high, ain't you heard of us
...I'm quite bad... but I shouldn't"
(Hyjak... Suffa... Torcha...)