[Verse 1: Mystro]
Well, I'm the one to bring the funk although my armpit's not stinking
And I'm known to hold flows like the glass you drop drinking
Never crawled man I started off limping
Plus I rock a fella like I know the art of parking lot pimping, yeah
You people know of Mys, the one whose flow's crazy
And is so gravy that it should come with a bowl of rice
The NBS with the Hilltop Hoods
Make B-Boys and Girls break quicker than real soft wood, let's go

[Verse 2: Pressure]
I never hit on a girl, at least with no hand
Girls are like serving time but time waits on no man
Got nothing on women so I spread love on the rhythm
And get you out your seat quicker than corrupt politicians
And I'm on the brink, man it makes me stop and think
I don't drink till I drop cos I think I might drop my drink
Think you're more, than us? We believe in war
Trust me your nothing I ain't seen before

[Chorus: Sample, Suffa & Pressure]
"Deep into the music and his art, man, it's" "Mystro"
"Deep into the music and his art, man, it's" "[?]"
"Deep into the music and his art, man, it's" "Hilltop Hoods"
We're so tired, Obese Lowlifes
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