Hilltop Hoods

Hilltop Hoods - The Anthem lyrics

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[Chorus 1:]

My Style is the craziest

Hilltop

That style is the craziest

Suffa you know your rhymes amaze me just

Get on the mic

Let's show em' who'se craziest



[Verse 1: Suffa]

This be the Suffa MC enhancing the track

I treat the mic like a show girl, romancing her lap

So when it's time for tips don't forget my rhyming tricks

So live it's on the starlist cause I got the vinyl licks

Ya spine'll rip open and I'll make your mind eclips

Independant, giving major labels minor fits

I'mma rip, polyflip and give MC's them seizures

Your rapping like the Dala in Indonesia, I see ya

And it's your fate I see, it's like a two dollar hooker with HIV

You wanna step and be friendly? I'll rip your style apart

You'll end up like Kenny from Southpark

So just try to fade me, just try to fade me just, try to fade me kid

We're the craziest, I've seen uppers and I was like "shit he sucked"

Bring the stress to ya chest like a hooker getting titty fucked

This kid errupts from the hills, I guess he got skills so

MC's are getting treated like a dyke with a dildo

It feels so, good you'll moan like Tabatha Cash

As Nick scratch this vinal like the record had a rash

Like cash I'm errupting, styles have you suffering

The air that you suck has your lungs rupturing

Suffa bring invincability, ya cant hurt me jerk

Just pass a cold one cause it seems thirsty work

It's like



[Chorus 2:]

My Style is the craziest

Hilltop

That style is the craziest

Pressure you know your rhymes amaze me just

Get on the mic

Let's show em' who'se craziest



[Verse 2: Pressure]

Now this be the capital pressure, from Hilltop these MC's flex

Deeper then the bonet proof next to the MC says

The Hoods release text

I bet that you'll release threats for the next to sweat

Now please let ya mind follow me like a preist to his panthem

The anthem if they left standing then I hand them

The tool of my trade reflects the trade of my tool

I cool in the shade now suffa take em' to school

But it's cool, MC's are made to be broken like rules

I take my chance and either walk away a king or a fool

The waters deep my friend, you cant wait your turn so

They choose to burn boats then Turncoat like Cherral Kerno

They'll learn though, as time takes it's course my rhyme breaks the force

Of ya spine to make ya toss, so convulsive, so repulsive until your mind is numb

Now just stop your encroaching by, your time has come

Now I'm the one, but to tango it takes two

Cos MC's be talkin' hard times but to me it's easy

I ran through life's lessons, tript on, survived destines

To shoot my fate, could ecumulate my mic lessons

But I didn't

I made what I got from just spittin and persistance

I got to nurse a baby, whats the differnce

A little patience and let time be, we go through situations

Lessons full of life's vibrations



[Chorus 3:]

My Style is the craziest

Hilltop

That style is the craziest

Next you know you cunts amaze me just

Get on the next

Show em' who'se craziest
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