| Song | Obese Lowlifes Restrung |
| Artist | Hilltop Hoods |
| Album | The Hard Road: Restrung |
| 作曲 : Amarfio, Christie, Francis ... | |
| 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 of 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 aint seen before. | |
| Chorus | |
| From the bottom to the top of the deck, | |
| To everybody I met, I've got a lot of respect, | |
| But still I'm such a lowlife, yeah but so Obese with it, | |
| I'm such a lowlife, yeah but so Obese with it. | |
| Verse 3 – Braintax | |
| With one pen too high to overextend, | |
| In dreamland with freedom starting again, | |
| With foresight thrive on the magic of life, | |
| And five fingers plus a mic make sick shit, Braintax, | |
| Fuck Tony Blair like I hate George Bush, | |
| Another seven day week, you ready for the push? | |
| Through the eight million stories that you can't write down, | |
| Start again from the top, come on people bounce. | |
| Verse 4 – Suffa | |
| Man all these pollies in power are cowards so it's only fair, | |
| That I hate John Howard like I hate Tony Blair, | |
| And I croon like Tony Bennet in a rental tux, | |
| Experimental cuts, with the Brando Flux and Mys Diggy, | |
| No one's as fly as these kings, | |
| I'll leave you beside yourself like Siamese twins, | |
| We're so deep, so nice, so full of promise, | |
| But obese, lowlifes man what woman would want us? | |
| We're like some hooded up bombers out storming the yard, | |
| We're going large like a junkie out pawning his car, | |
| This is the core of the art, and it's all from the heart, | |
| This music put your life together when it's falling apart. | |
| Chorus | |
| From the bottom to the top of the deck, | |
| To everybody I met, I've got a lot of respect, | |
| But still I'm such a lowlife, yeah but so Obese with it, | |
| I'm such a lowlife, yeah but so Obese with it. |
| zuò qǔ : Amarfio, Christie, Francis ... | |
| 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 of 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 BBoys 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 aint seen before. | |
| Chorus | |
| From the bottom to the top of the deck, | |
| To everybody I met, I' ve got a lot of respect, | |
| But still I' m such a lowlife, yeah but so Obese with it, | |
| I' m such a lowlife, yeah but so Obese with it. | |
| Verse 3 Braintax | |
| With one pen too high to overextend, | |
| In dreamland with freedom starting again, | |
| With foresight thrive on the magic of life, | |
| And five fingers plus a mic make sick shit, Braintax, | |
| Fuck Tony Blair like I hate George Bush, | |
| Another seven day week, you ready for the push? | |
| Through the eight million stories that you can' t write down, | |
| Start again from the top, come on people bounce. | |
| Verse 4 Suffa | |
| Man all these pollies in power are cowards so it' s only fair, | |
| That I hate John Howard like I hate Tony Blair, | |
| And I croon like Tony Bennet in a rental tux, | |
| Experimental cuts, with the Brando Flux and Mys Diggy, | |
| No one' s as fly as these kings, | |
| I' ll leave you beside yourself like Siamese twins, | |
| We' re so deep, so nice, so full of promise, | |
| But obese, lowlifes man what woman would want us? | |
| We' re like some hooded up bombers out storming the yard, | |
| We' re going large like a junkie out pawning his car, | |
| This is the core of the art, and it' s all from the heart, | |
| This music put your life together when it' s falling apart. | |
| Chorus | |
| From the bottom to the top of the deck, | |
| To everybody I met, I' ve got a lot of respect, | |
| But still I' m such a lowlife, yeah but so Obese with it, | |
| I' m such a lowlife, yeah but so Obese with it. |