Ya Feel Big? Hilltop Hoods
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[Verse 1: Suffa]
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I love hip-hop (Hip-hop), but fuck me
Sometimes it feel like hip-hop don't love me
And I've learnt this from every single person that burnt us
Since we dropped The Calling it's been like a fuckin' circus
Now how's feelin' worthless 'bout how many you sold
And how's feelin' nervous 'cause your record went gold?
'Cause if you move too many units you fuck the underground off
They see it's all poppy and they try to cut it down, what?
Fuck me now, man, could this be really happening?
They're actually pressurin' and questionin' my rappin'
Never compromise a rhyme for a crumb or a crust
'Cause Pressure always said, "Let them come to us"
I never dropped the ball for two-hundred grand
I'd rather be fuckin' poor and have two-hundred fans
And if you understand I couldn't be more grateful
'Cause every day this culture, it gets more hateful, singing
[Chorus: Pressure]
And the fire that you're burning's the same one you lit
The lyric that comes back on you's the same one you bit
The grave that you're buried in's the same one you dig
Ya feel big? (Ya feel big?) Ya feel big? (Ya feel big?)
And the fire that you're burning's the same one you lit
The lyric that comes back on you's the same one you bit
The grave that you're buried in's the same one you dig
Ya feel big? (Ya feel big?) Ya feel big? (Ya feel big?)
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I love hip-hop (Hip-hop), but fuck me
Sometimes it feel like hip-hop don't love me
And I've learnt this from every single person that burnt us
Since we dropped The Calling it's been like a fuckin' circus
Now how's feelin' worthless 'bout how many you sold
And how's feelin' nervous 'cause your record went gold?
'Cause if you move too many units you fuck the underground off
They see it's all poppy and they try to cut it down, what?
Fuck me now, man, could this be really happening?
They're actually pressurin' and questionin' my rappin'
Never compromise a rhyme for a crumb or a crust
'Cause Pressure always said, "Let them come to us"
I never dropped the ball for two-hundred grand
I'd rather be fuckin' poor and have two-hundred fans
And if you understand I couldn't be more grateful
'Cause every day this culture, it gets more hateful, singing
[Chorus: Pressure]
And the fire that you're burning's the same one you lit
The lyric that comes back on you's the same one you bit
The grave that you're buried in's the same one you dig
Ya feel big? (Ya feel big?) Ya feel big? (Ya feel big?)
And the fire that you're burning's the same one you lit
The lyric that comes back on you's the same one you bit
The grave that you're buried in's the same one you dig
Ya feel big? (Ya feel big?) Ya feel big? (Ya feel big?)
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