Hilltop Hoods-dumb Enough Lyrics

Hilltop Hoods-dumb Enough lyrics

pressure:



this is recreation, set ya station 



and get ya place in a comfy seat 



on this beat pressure will set the occasion



for your entertainment i work hard on my flows



this scene is full of falling emcees i wear heart as the shows



n every hiphop has a critic, cuz some hit the stage hard



i couldn't get these eyes on open at a gay bar



so comedy festival they sell one intelligable



can't work out it they got peas for brains or they just vegetables



and thats pathetic is me bein anorexic i do damage



like a paraletic paramedic with no anaesthetic



girls shake my hand guys wanna hug me its a worry



if i forgot ya name im sorry your probly pretty ugly



im standing getting old, so when it comes d-day



ima thank you all for dissing me just say something cliche



and when im dead and buried i want use in the lobby in a shirts



at my cemetary singin







chorus (suffa)



hilltop hoods and we're coming up



so step on up if ya dumb enough



x 2







suffa:



people chant the chorus



when they hear it yo its on







pressure:



ya rise like a tsunami, when ya feel it







suffa:



its a bomb, i make origami of ya lyrics (geez thats good suffa, what is it?)



its a swan!



i got this shit to bomb emcees back to the stoneage



the stage'll get ya at ya seat quicker than road rage



i take em all from beat jackers to backpackers



with tracks fatter to run a muck on these wackrappers



but then it happened



what i thought could



i screwed all these emcees, and it got awkward







it got weird didn't it, it got weird







you don't wanna see me anymore



oi suffa u can't sing







yeah i can't even hum a tune but i make this crowd bounce like bedswings on a
honeymoon



coming to ya best but its still not good enuff suffa's ruffin with the hilltop
hoods and we're comin up







chorus







both:



from the hilltops in the andes to the rocky's in canada



we infect the mics like, tommy to pamela



they gassed in teh head, they trashed n said its pure jealousy



like left foot right foot's an invitation to step to me



your losing your footing ya need some velcro on them shelltoes



in fights im throwing rhymes in rhyme fights im throwing elbows



the crowd loves solid goods ya try to get a hold



when u couldn't move ya sshhh with a diaretic cold



i already told em the hills are impassable impossible



the truth hurts this rhyme'll put you in hospital



break it down like a molecule we burnin like fossil fuels



im something other phenomenon



i'm phenominal



these rappers they dont wanna, fuck with suff



you better turn off ya mic, unless ya dumb enough



cause we runnin up on stage with night until the sun is up



so runamuckin with the hilltop hoods and we're comin up







chorus