working the mic
hilltop hoods
we been gone for a while it's been a long cold winter
we back to get this crowd off their feet like back injuries
they try bring me down like a mac had backed into me
we back to crack the back of this whacked rap industry
fuck that bitch run his mouth its just a
you whacked as aussie troops goin to afghanistan
i'm takin' mc's to war fuck the friendships and politics
end this because my lyrical depth is bottomless
we thought you'd forgotten us
you couldn't win a battle hypothetically
i've had enough of their dissing
there's nothing but wishing
to become all fat when they're undernutritioned
hey they're no loving your listen
you getting bumped in my system
your chance is hardly as much as an iraqi becoming a christian
your shit is dope but shove it down your throat to swallow your words
i'm sick of copping slander for what i stand for
you're not the man you're just masturbating in your propaganda
think you're ship wont sink
that you're large and we're small time
carrying the heavy weight of their ego on small spines
this is rugged raw the head's want nothing more
but others talk politics and swallow dicks like a fucking whore
so what're they bugging for?