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Текст песни Hilltop Hoods - Laying the Blame

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[Verse One - Suffa]I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme supportLike Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child supportRhyme is thought, what is it? Lethal, Damn you`ll get hurtCos I XL like the tag on my shirtI`ll have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swaggerFeed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagraIf pain was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulinI`m taking out the insolent in an instant whenThey bring the rhyme I`ll battle if you wanna tussleA single line can turn that fatty matter into muscleYou stagnate, while my rhymes circulate like rumoursYour living proof that god has a sense of humourI`m butter made from the cream that came from the cropI`ll move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name from the topAnd proclaim what I got, boy, so give me headroomThese clubs are full of more toys than spoilt kids bedroomsWhen I`m on stage I might lose my breathCos I got so much heart that there`s no room in my chestLeft for lungs, yes the bests yetTo come, my rhymes like a hand around your neckConstricting your breathing like snakebites and beestingsI`m all up in these arseholes faces like G-StringsI searched the world for opposition but I fear theOnly competition I found was in a mirror[Verse Two - Pressure]When Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivateI have to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbatesIf one more critic asks me what I do, I`ll slap them mateAnd tell them I`m a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tapeLoudmouths make me wanna flipMCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with their hand on their dickHonest, if they ride the nuts I tell the get off meCos I`m unstable like a cradle bridge, so don`t cross meI`m highly explosive you`re a child playing with matchesI break rappers you give hairline fracturesThese actors keep it real? You`re really wak it`s factYou spit one-liners while I spit the finest chaptersPerhaps it`s time to retire the micLike the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one wants to be likeThat anymore, cos nowadays you`re taken on a fantasy tourOf coke, guns and gold when they`re actually poorFactually flawed, yet entertainingI guess it how far we`re willing to go to satisfy a cravingMake them swallow their tongues like epilepticsThen I`ll respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antisepticSo blow me, you still couldn`t rhyme freshI`m on a higher level of divineness, so call me your highnessThere`s only three things that are certain in lifeDeath, taxes and Hilltop Hoods working the mic

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