paroles de chanson Distortion - Hilltop Hoods
[Verse
1:
Pressure]
So
many
onlookers
witness
vibes,
but
never
live
that
life
So
how
they
gonna
start
to
run
their
mouths
and
criticise?
About
this
culture
that
we
give
our
lives,
rap's
a
whore
that's
written
Tried
so
many
washed
up
sounds
on
any
given
tide
Openly
B-Boy's
sympathise,
but
never
live
tonight
They
couldn't
give
a
fuck
whether
this
rap
culture
will
live
or
die
The
common
question
given's
'Why?
',
I
looked
at
different
skies
See
that
it's
the
same
fame
that
will
face
seas
and
glittering
eyes
So
all
these
distorted
views,
so
called
important
news
Headlines
are
[?
] crews,
but
really
mate,
FUCK
what
they
thought
of
you
Busting
your
gut
for
poor
reviews,
to
open
doors
and
muse
So
people
talk
of
you
like
Waterview
to
discard
you
like
a
whore
that's
used
It's
sorts
ya
bruised
with
not
much
more
to
lose,
dignity
torn
in
two
The
massive
bill
you've
fought
it
through,
more
tries,
more
like
that
score
that
you
You
see
all
the
public's
point
of
views,
built
on
distorted
news
Stereotype
to
the
point
they
don't
know
who
they're
talking
to
[Hook:
Pressure
(Suffa)]
(A
B-Boy,
the
force
in
my
soul
is
sonic)
"Distortion,
distortion"
(A
B-Boy,
the
force
in
my
soul
is
sonic)
"Distortion,
distortion"
I
hear
the
beat
(Hear
the
beat)
I
feel
the
vibe
(Feel
the
vibe)
I
smell
the
sweat
(Smell
the
sweat)
I
see
the
pride
(See
the
pride)
Get
to
taste
(Get
to
taste)
Fame
and
fortune
(Fame
and
fortune)
There
lies
uncluttered
(Uncluttered)
"Distortion"
[Verse
2:
Pressure]
I'm
an
Aussie
B-Boy!
Yeah
just
another
decoy
Sent
to
un-fill
my
world
so
they
can
destroy
They
dig
foundations
that
we
employed,
yet
steady
being
devoid
Of
propaganda
that
many
seem
to
enjoy
Helpless,
selfless
careers
take
a
path,
although
they're
faint
in
heart
The
media
attention
they
receives
enough
to
make
a
start
The
image
hardly
makes
a
start,
although
they're
fake
in
heart
Laying
so
much
shit
they
never
stay,
it's
time
to
take
a
bath
Then
they
make
the
chart,
but
they'll
never
take
the
heart
From
a
fabled
art,
too
many
B-Boy's
awake
and
smart
And
even
in
my
waking
mark,
the
first
negate
the
last
But
I
swear
on
death
that
you
will
never
catch
me
faking
arse
Public
communions
aim
to
spark,
only
flame
my
heart
And
wash
over
this
culture
like
sulphur,
over
tainted
glass
Despite
the
grip
of
hate
is
fast,
and
this
sedated
grass
Strangling
the
life
from
hip-hop
so
let's
make
it
last
[Hook]
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Album
Left Foot, Right Foot
1 Afternoon Group Session
2 Are You Ready
3 The Soul of the Beat
4 Left Foot, Right Foot
5 Immortal MC’s
6 What the Seasons Change
7 Another World
8 When I’m
9 Leaving Sideways
10 Running From the Storm
11 Distortion
12 Don’t Stop
13 Elevation (remix)
14 Baby Steps
15 Sojourn
16 Tolerance Levels
17 Immortal MC’s (remix)
18 I Believe
19 Omega
20 The Soul of the Beat (remix)
21 Elevation (88’ remix)
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