The Blue Blooded Hilltop Hoods (Ft. Daniel Young Aka Muph, Drapht, Funkoars, Hau, Milkbar Allstars, Mortar, Robby Balboa & Vents (AUS))
[Intro: Trials]
We have a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight
And I want you to know one thing, this is...
[Verse 1: Suffa]
Hilltop, that's where the blood runs
Thick, it's where kings bury there loved ones
Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun
From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run
So quick, there's kids in the park waiting
These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham
So start hating, though you know in your heart
We've been owning this art since our flow in the park
[Verse 2: Mortar]
You can't serve me like Serena and Venus
Comparatively I leave you looking like the machinist
Cats know they've been hit, when I spike the mic level
And draw blood like intravenous
Without a pencil I'm hell bent
Leave dents in the condenser, you can tell when
Mortar's been in the booth to rhyme
I don't scratch vinyl, I scratch up the mic with my canines
[Verse 3: Trials & Sesta]
Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack
I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag
I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a rum
And scull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton's son
Check, south of the country, west of the city
Chip into that kitty if we're going to be drinking until the skank pretty
Will he attack? When he snap, got the track like
Bring it back, hear him rap? Isn't that Funkoars?
You can find us staggered in a cypher
Turning human traffic to a five car pile up
We leave them all for dead
I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and Kev
Like bad move, got you looking like you're eavesdropping the devil
And T set the theme to send them to hell
Bet on it, you're never better, I tell them again
Seddy bury every adversary he put against
We have a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight
And I want you to know one thing, this is...
[Verse 1: Suffa]
Hilltop, that's where the blood runs
Thick, it's where kings bury there loved ones
Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun
From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run
So quick, there's kids in the park waiting
These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham
So start hating, though you know in your heart
We've been owning this art since our flow in the park
[Verse 2: Mortar]
You can't serve me like Serena and Venus
Comparatively I leave you looking like the machinist
Cats know they've been hit, when I spike the mic level
And draw blood like intravenous
Without a pencil I'm hell bent
Leave dents in the condenser, you can tell when
Mortar's been in the booth to rhyme
I don't scratch vinyl, I scratch up the mic with my canines
[Verse 3: Trials & Sesta]
Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack
I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag
I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a rum
And scull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton's son
Check, south of the country, west of the city
Chip into that kitty if we're going to be drinking until the skank pretty
Will he attack? When he snap, got the track like
Bring it back, hear him rap? Isn't that Funkoars?
You can find us staggered in a cypher
Turning human traffic to a five car pile up
We leave them all for dead
I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and Kev
Like bad move, got you looking like you're eavesdropping the devil
And T set the theme to send them to hell
Bet on it, you're never better, I tell them again
Seddy bury every adversary he put against
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