Super Official Hilltop Hoods

[Intro: Suffa, Pressure]
Wassup? You miss us?
Mr Debris, say hi
"Hello, hello, hello—hello, hello, hello"
We are, of course, representin'
Mighty, mighty Hilltop
I'm Mr Suffa, first up to bat
We got P-Dela-Ressure (I been earnin' my stripes)

[Verse 1: Pressure]
Till I'm perfect when I'm workin' the mic
And I been servin' the type of words that murder insights
This ain't an urge, it's for life; what I recite furthers the fight
A service for the circus that occurs in the night
So put your money where your mouth is; we're doing it now
Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose of your doubts
We're here to take back what used to be ours
So make your last words count like grooms choosin' their vows
It's more than just timing (Why?), the sport of slaughter with rhyming
Of course, if I'm writing my name upon your corpse, it's a signing
There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying
The water that's rising ain't the shore; it's more of your crying
Jealous 'cause we strivin' and inspired by truths, they know
Nothing 'bout surviving with the times and the news, and whole
Image is a lie, and didn't like that my crew's
Got our own sneaker, feel free to walk a mile in my shoes
Hip-hop's in hard times, if it's said that time is money
Then I'll be payin' dues until I hit the red
Is it dead, or is it just the picture which you're fed?
Write rhymes witcha heart and do your business witcha head
If you ever bought Pressure a beer, let it be clear
It was a blessin', but I'm stressin' I'll be dead in a year
Forgettin' my fears for the blood, sweat and the tears
F' a career, I'll be left with the respect of my peers