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[Intro]
[Suffa]
Know what I'm sayin, in 1979
I was a two year old kid from Adelaide
I wasn't a performer
It seems to me that in 1999 Hip Hop's a business
In 1979 it was a culture
And I miss it

"When people hear about some pyscho killer, it can lead them to thinking about the nature of people, which leads to
thoughts about right and wrong, bad or good"
"All that thinking can get ugly"
"Yea, you don't want em considering crap that, you just want em to go through a routine, while living their lives"
"what do you do to gut their souls?"

[Verse 1]

She’s young, lithe and homely, wise by no means,
Known one guy she’s for his eyes and only,
He’s a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely,
Separates the pain by staying high and though she,
Might just O.D. high price to go free,
This aint living, listen it’s dying slowly,
It’s got a hold on me, she can chase that feeling,
It’s got a hold on me, don’t chase that feeling

Verse 1 – Suffa
I’m from the city of light, with a sky of vanilla,
Known as the city of churches home of the serial killer,
And in the summer it feels like a hundred degrees,
Where I’m from you might see Suffa MC,
Walking the traps trying to escape the map,
Ninety one was my shit I’m trying to take it back,
To when writers ran the line and transits ran the gambit,

Terror cleared the skyline and anger clouded judgement,
So they spent a thousand nighttimes in the desert fighting something,
That they couldn’t find, that made it something that they couldn’t fight,
Left us lamenting all the wrongs that they couldn’t right,
This is for the second time, we’ve been here before,
From Vietnam to Saddam, we always needing a war,
Neo-conservatives rose up like Viet Cong,
Their fingers on the trigger we won’t be here long,

[Chorus] {x2}
So what's your name
Suffa mc on the mic tonight
Now say word, say what
Say its alright
So what's your name
Pressure mc on the mic tonight
Say word, say what

I'm wondering where the day went
The clouds had me shrouded and grey but
I'm still out pounding the pavement
Drowning the herb and passing around brown paper
Drowning the label now I'm drowning in paperwork
Without a calm down to escape from work
And I love it cause that's what your hard work gets you
My heart bursts through my chest I'm rescue

Artist: Hilltop Hoods
Album: The Calling
Song: Illusionary Lines
Typed by: hobodog00069@hotmail.com

[Verse One - Pressure]
I once had time on my hands, but now handling time
Is coping with this life cycle and the mandatory grind

[Verse 1:] ~Pressure~
This will be my last confession,
This industry can leave harsh impressions,
I have little faith forgive me for my past discretions,
But we live and learn that history and past are lessons,
The day this is work the love of it dies,
A handful make it, the others will strive,
And hunger can drive hatred but such is just life,

Verse One ' Suffa
I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support,
Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support,
Rhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you'll get hurt,
Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt,
I'll have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger,
Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra,
If pain was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin,

[Verse 1]
(Suffa)
You sound like a bitch man
Nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man
I'll tell you this, OK, it don't fit man
It's like OJ, little glove, big hand
Step to this I'll take your miss, make her twist and
Moan, like I fucked with the pitch man

[Verse 1: Suffa]
Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined,
It’s grimy sh*t but naught that can’t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine,
Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier,
Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our neighbours,
I’d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list,
Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist,
I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements,

It's been so long, we're glad we came
Before we gathered fame or had a name
Our story hasn't changed with accolades
We're still standing and we'll be back again

[Pressure:]
Standing in line, fifteen, couldn't wait
Couldn't fathom any talent in rhyme

*samples from Scientist - Your Teeth In My Neck*

[Chorus: x2]
It's been so long, we're glad we came
Before we gathered fame or had a name
Our story hasn't changed with accolades
We're still standing and we'll be back again

Verse 1– Pressure
Early morn, train station, aching from the arthritis,
This war veteran knows what a hard time is,
He needs his pension, dementia and half blind is,
The reason he rides the train with no car license,
So he boards with an expired ticket has a swipe,
Gets a fine cos the change he got don’t add up right,
We’re talking about a man that never lived a lavished life,

[Verse 1]
(Suffa)
Growing up I needed a guide like, a blind veteran's dog
Cos I was going nowhere like a child's letters to God
Though life's road was hard I was never so lost
That I looked for an answer in a medicine box
I never did pop pills, or cop deals, just rocked hills
Kids with skills, still got harassed by the cops till

[Verse One - Suffa]
This is for the heads that's loving the mix
My people in the front, all covered in spit
Batters in the box, Suffa to pitch
Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch
And we the funk leaders, punks you can't beat us
We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us
So jump with us, down in the front if it's

Suffa
We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy,
We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty,
I said this to pressure just before I finished my sentence,
This bouncer came out and dragged us both through the entrance,
This guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech,
I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in from the street,
He said to us So finding us was accidental?

[Verse One - Suffa]
We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy
We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty
I said this to pressure just before I finished my sentence
This bouncer came out and dragged us both through the entrance
This guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech
I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in from the street
He said to us "So finding us was accidental?

[Verse 1 - Pressure:]
The very day you were born, your light shone bold in dark
The doctor said you had a hole in your heart
Just knew you were making room for a whole lot of heart
And loved you from that day until your soul would depart
You took your first breath upon my chest
I built you a good nest before I left
It wasn't that I never loved your mother

Verse One: Suffa]
I speak from the heart, but only when I drink
And I only ever sleep when I'm too tired to think
Restlessness, the reaction that you will find
From stress I guess and having a compassionate mind
I worry bout the machine of progress, ain't no stopping it
The forest we destroy and the world we build on top of it
Mercenaries get paid salaries to slaughter

[Verse 1 - Suffa:]
They say you can't
Love and be wise, but I can pretend with you
If suddenly I ever had to surrender you
I'd fall in a heap; I'd fall on the floor
And crawl on all fours for you I'd fall on my sword
If grief ever darkened my door you'd light it up
The way you brighten up a room hit's me right in the

It's been so long, we're glad we came
Before we gathered fame or had a name
Our story hasn't changed with accolades
We're still standing and we'll be back again

[Pressure:]
Standing in line, fifteen, couldn't wait
Couldn't fathom any talent in rhyme