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(Verse One-Suffa) |
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Who's fucking with me, Suffa MC, |
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Tongue like sandpaper, who's rougher than we? |
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We been gone for a while it's been a long cold winter, |
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We back to get this crowd off their feet like back injuries, |
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Raps flaks and similes, acts to hack into me |
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They try bring me down like a Mac had backed into me |
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Back your car into me, fact you can't injure me |
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We back to crack the back of this whacked rap industry |
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These MC's don't wanna, (they don't wanna) mess with me |
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Fuck that bitch run his mouth its just a |
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Storm in a teacup |
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You whacked as Aussie troops goin to Afghanistan |
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I'm takin' MC's to war fuck the friendships and politics |
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End this because my lyrical depth is bottomless |
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We thought you'd forgotten us |
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You wanna fight |
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You couldn't win a battle hypothetically |
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(Verse Two-Pressure) |
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I've had enough of their dissing, |
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And fucking ambition, |
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There's nothing but wishing, |
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To become all fat when they're undernutritioned |
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Hey they're no loving your listen, |
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You getting bumped in my system, |
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Your chance is hardly as much as an Iraqi becoming a Christian |
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You'll never shine, you can't polish a turd, |
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Your shit is dope but shove it down your throat to swallow your words |
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I'm sick of copping slander for what I stand for, |
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You're not the man you're just masturbating in your propaganda |
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And got a lot to answer, your shit don't stink, |
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Think you're ship wont sink, mandate it don't think; |
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That you're large and we're small time, to rob easy small minds, |
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Carrying the heavy weight of their ego on small spines |
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This is rugged raw the head's want nothing more, |
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But others talk politics and swallow dicks like a fucking whore |
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So what're they bugging for? |
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Its just hip-hop, love and war |
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Pressure MC, Hilltop Hoods, |
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The lyric Juggernaught |
