The Return Hilltop Hoods

[Intro]
"State-of-the-art music"
"State-of-the-art" "[?]" "From the golden era"
"State-of-the-art music"
"State-of-the-art"
"5000 booming watts
Sound system, state of the art" "[?]"
"Blow the horns on ‘em, not now but right now"

[Verse 1: Suffa & Pressure]
Duck and cover
'Cause when you fuck with Suffa it’s like the bombs dropped
You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott
We got it on lock: deadlock, non-stop
Head-nod even when the song stop
Step in the cypher and its danger
I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber
And he don’t fuck around, we gained such renown
For this state-of-the-art custom sound
For them custom built rappers with underskilled narratives
The good die young, me and Suff' are still bad with this
Rhyme style, it’s lethal, prime time the sequel
Ain't got a single fan, just like-minded people
I told you from the start, I’m a soldier of the art
Effortless, take every breath and hold it to your heart
With Debris and my brother Suffa, so watch another sucker
Run for cover, it's the return of the motherfuckin' motherfuckers