Verse One â Pressure
This is recreation, set your station, and get your place in
A comfy seat, pump this beat, Pressure will set the occasion,
For your entertainment I work hard on my flows,
This scene is full of falling MCs I wear hardhats to shows,
And every hip hop headâs a critic, cos some hit the stage hard,
But couldnât get these arseholes open at a gay bar,
Itâs a comedy festival; theyâre so unintelligible,
Canât work out if they got peas for brains, or theyâre just vegetables,
Itâs sounds pathetic as me being anorexic,
I do damage like a paralytic, paramedic with no anaesthetic,
Girls shake my hand, guys want to hug me itâs a worry,
If I forgot your name Iâm sorry, youâre probably pretty ugly,
Iâm scared of getting old, so when it comes D-Day,
Iâm a thank you all for dissing me, then say something clichéd,
And when Iâm dead and buried I want you in âLife Be In Itâ shirts,
At my cemetery singingâŚ
Chorus
Hilltop Hoods and weâre coming up,
So step on up if youâre dumb enough
Hilltop Hoods and weâre coming up,
So step on up if youâre dumb enough.
Verse Two â Suffa
People chant the chorus when they hear it, Yo itâs on,
You rise like a tsunami, when you feel it; itâs the bomb,
Iâll make origami of your lyrics,
Geez thatâs good Suffa, what is it? Itâs a swan,
I got the shit to bomb MCs back to the Stone Age,
On stage, Iâll get you out your seat quicker than road rage,
I take them all from beat jackers to backpackers,
With tracks fat as fuck, I ran amok on these wak rappers,
But then it happened. What happened? What I thought could,
I screwed all these MCs, yeah? Then it got awkward,
It got weird didnât itâŚ
You donât wanna see me anymore,
Oi Suffa you canât sing, yeah I canât even hum a tune,
But I make this crowd bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon,
Come and do your best but itâs still not good enough,
Suff is rough Iâm with theâŚ
Chorus
Hilltop hoods and weâre coming up,
So step on up if you are dumb enough,
Hilltop hoods and weâre coming up,
So step on up if you are dumb enough.
Verse Three - Suffa & Pressure
From the hilltops in the Andes, to the Rockies in Canada,
We infecting mics like Tommy did Pamela,
They gassed in the head, that trash you said was pure jealousy,
Like âLeft Foot, Right Footâs an invitation to step to me,
Youâre loosing you footing, you need some Velcro on them Shell toes,
In fights Iâm throwing rhymes, in rhyme fights Iâm throwing elbows,
I move a crowd like stolen goods, so try and get a hold when,
You couldnât move your shit with a diuretic cola,
I already told them, the hills are impassable, impossible,
The truth hurts; this rhyme will put you in hospital,
Break it down like a molecule, we burning like fossil fuel,
Iâm something of a phenomenon - Iâm phenomenal,
These rappers they donât wanna fuck with Suff,
You better turn off your mic, unless youâre dumb enough,
Cos weâre running up on stage from night until the sun is up,
So run amok youâre with theâŚ
Chorus
Hilltop hoods and weâre coming up,
So step on up if you are dumb enough,
Hilltop hoods and weâre coming up,
So step on up if you are dumb enough,
Hilltop hoods and weâre coming up,
So step on up if you are dumb enough,
Hilltop hoods and weâre coming up,
So step on up if you are dumb enough.