paroles de chanson Dumb Enough? - Hilltop Hoods

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 MC's I wear hardhats to shows

And every hip-hop head's a critic, 'cause some hit the stage hard
But couldn't get these arseholes open at a gay bar
It's a comedy festival; they're so unintelligible
Can't work out if they got peas for brains, or they're just vegetables

It's sounds pathetic as me being anorexic
I do damage like a paralytic, paramedic with no anaesthetic
Girl's shake my hand, guy's want to hug me it's a worry
If I forgot your name I'm sorry you're probably pretty ugly

I'm scared of getting old, so when it comes D-Day
I'm a thank you all for dissing me then say something clichéd
And when I'm dead and buried I want you in "Life Be In It" shirts
At my cemetery singing

Hilltop Hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
Hilltop Hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough

People chant the when they hear it, "yo it's on!"
You rise like a tsunami, when you feel it; (it's the bomb)
I'll make origami of your lyrics
"Geez that's good Suffa, what is it?" "It's a swan"

I got the shit to bomb MC's back to the Stone Age
On stage, I'll 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 didn't it)
You don't wanna see me anymore

Oi, Suffa you can't sing, yeah I can't even hum a tune
But I make this crowd bounce like bedsprings on a honeymoon
Come and do your best but it's still not good enough
Suff is rough I'm with the

Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough

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 "Left Foot, Right Foot's" an invitation to step to me
You're loosing you footing, you need some Velcro on them Shell toes
In fights I'm throwing rhymes, in rhyme fights I'm throwing elbows
I move a crowd like stolen goods, so try and get a hold when
You couldn't move your shit with a diarrho-tic colon

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
I'm something of a phenomenon I'm phenomenal
These rappers they don't wanna fuck with Suff
You better turn off your mic, unless you're dumb enough
'Cause we're running up on stage from night until the sun is up
So run amok you're with the

Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough
Hilltop hoods and we're coming up
So step on up if you're dumb enough