[Verse 1: PRESSURE]

its the next chapter wheres all my heads at? you

slept at the fact that we crept back

set the factors straight the only dead rappers

are penned at the papers and no cred actors

those haters no you dont fade us

you dont know shit so your on a need to know basis

for those crasious folk with no status

I made this flow for your no your own name is

not apart of the bigger picture listen its the

middle finger that you put up in a fixture

lifes a bitch and then its ya

if I could pimp women like I do words id be living little richer

hiphop is a circus act this is absurd but facts

one critic or cynic for every that learn to rap

one lyric a gimmick for every with purpose that

furthered rap culture around the earth and back

but some diss when im up in your face

your a man of your word you got nothing to say

I got respect for the scene and love for the place

where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change

we still striving on we still alive and strong

right or wrong I still kill for where I belong

scyfe along the real deal when I write a song

question you still feel the vibe im on?



[Verse 2: SUFFA]

"Oi, Suf you in there?"

I have the whole crowd like oh shit thats right I said it 

like da,dada,da roll like the credits

two of the best to ever edit poetics

be the three headed beast from obese come to set it

Woah hilltop in your place sir just come down

spit fire on stage and burn your bar down

hear it bumpin in clubs turn your car round

hear it bumpin in pubs you buy the bar a round

pump it up in ya car turn ur car into a club

smash through a pub and burn the bar down

just burn the bar down like a disco inferno

emcees are the only thing we burn though

im the arsernist like rakim is

ask your kids who the number one artist is

OBESE got the mad fuck roster while 

your crew couldn't even house a foster child

your flamboyant like osca wilde I got to smile

when you panic on stage like you lose a child

"Wheres benny?!" benny's cross the road watching hilltops

coz we got the flow the hills have still got uh

the skills the beats to get nice on

dont need drugs I get a bus when the mics on

so hit the floods suffa like it when the lights on

hilltop is what's left when the vibes gone