Song | Roll on Up |
Artist | Hilltop Hoods |
Album | The Hard Road: Restrung |
作曲 : Francis, Lambert, Smith | |
(Sample from David Essex - Stardust) | |
"Well he used to high fly but he crashed out the sky | |
In a stardust fling, hey rock 'n roll king is down" | |
Roll on up | |
As we proceed, to give you what you need | |
Roll on up | |
As we proceed, we hit the freeway and roll | |
(on up) | |
Verse 1 - Suffa | |
Shows and flows till the rhyme was felt, | |
Coast to coast and cut through the Bible belt, | |
A tribal yell till the vibe was felt, | |
Surviving hell and back man, on every track, man saliva spelt, | |
Hilltop, Hilltop, we hustled independent, | |
Obese, it's Obese, the muscle and the emblem, | |
We paved roads with our soul and suffering, | |
For the stage coach carrying hip hop to roll on up in, | |
There's something that's making them nervous | |
The undergrounds taking these verses and breaking the surface, | |
With a brand new cockiness, a brand new confidence, | |
Treat em like they owe me man; pay me my compliments, | |
No obstacles the fans and the fam make it possible, | |
And Obese got a roster full of rocket fuel, | |
So keep an eye out for those out ripping it up, | |
Putting it down, cos the fans are now picking it up. | |
Chorus | |
Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing, | |
Roll on up, and come and see emcees free | |
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes, | |
Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spinning not singing, | |
Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love, | |
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll… (on up) | |
Verse 2 - Pressure | |
With this everyday hustle, | |
Aint nothing over night man, it takes struggle to make muscle, | |
And half of these kids are under the poverty line, | |
The other half confuse skills with gonna be signed, | |
But this world doesn't owe you a debt, | |
So don't you expect a hand out or me to show you respect, | |
I got no regrets, why? Cos really its proof, | |
That makes a good lie better than the hideous truth, | |
I don't preach or scream aint trying to teach the scene, | |
The only guidelines are those you need to read between, | |
And the eighties is gone its a crazy biz, | |
Nowadays hip hops whatever the fuck I say it is, | |
The reason I'm down, and kept my feet on the ground, | |
So I could breathe life back into the street with my sound, | |
So from the rappers to the vinyl stores, risking their spinal cord, | |
To define a cause we about to reach our final straw. | |
Chorus | |
Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing, | |
Roll on up, and come and see emcees free | |
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes, | |
Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spinning not singing, | |
Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love, | |
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll… | |
Verse 3 – Suffa & Pressure | |
We roll on ripping it, | |
Cos some of these execs are just soulless lepers, | |
They'll buy you lunch cos they stole your breakfast, | |
Now who I'm going to let control these records? | |
And who's going to hold these weapons, | |
Roll independent, we owe nothing to no one. | |
Got love for Elefant Tracks, Love for the Shogun, | |
Love for Hydrofunk, and the homespun, | |
Cause we a dying breed and this loathsome, | |
Industries about the mint, not the plant that dresses lunches, | |
Nah man it's the plant that presses hundreds, | |
We run with each and every rhymer since, | |
Cause we never been so large that I couldn't read the finer print. | |
Chorus | |
Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing, | |
Roll on up, and come and see emcees free | |
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes, | |
Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spinning not singing, | |
Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love, | |
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll on up. |
zuò qǔ : Francis, Lambert, Smith | |
Sample from David Essex Stardust | |
" Well he used to high fly but he crashed out the sky | |
In a stardust fling, hey rock ' n roll king is down" | |
Roll on up | |
As we proceed, to give you what you need | |
Roll on up | |
As we proceed, we hit the freeway and roll | |
on up | |
Verse 1 Suffa | |
Shows and flows till the rhyme was felt, | |
Coast to coast and cut through the Bible belt, | |
A tribal yell till the vibe was felt, | |
Surviving hell and back man, on every track, man saliva spelt, | |
Hilltop, Hilltop, we hustled independent, | |
Obese, it' s Obese, the muscle and the emblem, | |
We paved roads with our soul and suffering, | |
For the stage coach carrying hip hop to roll on up in, | |
There' s something that' s making them nervous | |
The undergrounds taking these verses and breaking the surface, | |
With a brand new cockiness, a brand new confidence, | |
Treat em like they owe me man pay me my compliments, | |
No obstacles the fans and the fam make it possible, | |
And Obese got a roster full of rocket fuel, | |
So keep an eye out for those out ripping it up, | |
Putting it down, cos the fans are now picking it up. | |
Chorus | |
Roll on up, hip hop' s no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing, | |
Roll on up, and come and see emcees free | |
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes, | |
Roll on up, hip hop' s no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spinning not singing, | |
Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love, | |
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll on up | |
Verse 2 Pressure | |
With this everyday hustle, | |
Aint nothing over night man, it takes struggle to make muscle, | |
And half of these kids are under the poverty line, | |
The other half confuse skills with gonna be signed, | |
But this world doesn' t owe you a debt, | |
So don' t you expect a hand out or me to show you respect, | |
I got no regrets, why? Cos really its proof, | |
That makes a good lie better than the hideous truth, | |
I don' t preach or scream aint trying to teach the scene, | |
The only guidelines are those you need to read between, | |
And the eighties is gone its a crazy biz, | |
Nowadays hip hops whatever the fuck I say it is, | |
The reason I' m down, and kept my feet on the ground, | |
So I could breathe life back into the street with my sound, | |
So from the rappers to the vinyl stores, risking their spinal cord, | |
To define a cause we about to reach our final straw. | |
Chorus | |
Roll on up, hip hop' s no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing, | |
Roll on up, and come and see emcees free | |
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes, | |
Roll on up, hip hop' s no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spinning not singing, | |
Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love, | |
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll | |
Verse 3 Suffa Pressure | |
We roll on ripping it, | |
Cos some of these execs are just soulless lepers, | |
They' ll buy you lunch cos they stole your breakfast, | |
Now who I' m going to let control these records? | |
And who' s going to hold these weapons, | |
Roll independent, we owe nothing to no one. | |
Got love for Elefant Tracks, Love for the Shogun, | |
Love for Hydrofunk, and the homespun, | |
Cause we a dying breed and this loathsome, | |
Industries about the mint, not the plant that dresses lunches, | |
Nah man it' s the plant that presses hundreds, | |
We run with each and every rhymer since, | |
Cause we never been so large that I couldn' t read the finer print. | |
Chorus | |
Roll on up, hip hop' s no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing, | |
Roll on up, and come and see emcees free | |
Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes, | |
Roll on up, hip hop' s no longer living, | |
In rocks shadow, the kids are now spinning not singing, | |
Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love, | |
From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll on up. |