paroles de chanson Immortal MC’s (remix) - Hilltop Hoods
Pressure
MC
and
the
pressure
Gonna
bless
ya
mind
It's
the
immortal
MC's
we
came
to
build
on
this
earth
So
we
blessed
the
microphone
like
priests
did
children
at
birth
Many
see
microphone
mastery
please
keep
it
to
heart
that
we
Are
not
masters
of
this
art
its
simply
this
art
that
has
mastered
me
For
those
that
shall
come
after
me
Your
rhymes
just
fill
the
holes
with
laughter
we
Ataxic
your
duo,
don't
go
starting
me
And
I
am
for
Reeealll
like
Outkast
apologies
As
long
as
we
rockin
the
mic
ain't
no
stopping
me
I
rock
it
properly,
Hilltops
a
property
Sometimes
I
feel
that
stress
is
squashing
me
like
fat
girls
on
top
of
me
Now
honesty
will
get
you
everywhere
Then
everywhere's
all
over
the
place
like
your
rhyme
styles
So
you
got
styles
from
anywhere
Lest
we
dead
or
be
ourselves
or
see
ourselves
as
individuals
So
I
make
tracks
on
digital
to
please
myself
Fuck
MC's
that
felt
they're
hard
done
by
Sayin
tonight's
their
night
I
set
their
mic
alight
and
have
me
float
my
sunrise
MC
and
the
Pressure
Gonna
bless
ya
mind
We
got
the
funk,
we
got
the
fire
like
George
Clinton
MC's
take
an
intern
like
interns
take
it
from
Bill
Clinton
Smoke
that
cigar,
don't
take
a
breath
take
a
drag
I
blow
on
spots
like
200
proof,
meth
and
a
rag
See
this
is
livin
the
flesh
like
cancer
live
in
the
breast
The
realest
test
make
you
party
people
scream
"yes
yes"
So
if
MC's
wanna
test
don't
give
up
the
fight
You
need
to
stand
up
with
your
mic
and
battle
all
night
Alright,
these
MC's
I'm
rippin
them
n'
flippin
them
When
it
comes
to
mic
control
I
got
soul
like
Minnie
Riperton
So
do
you
wanna
ride
through
the
south
side
and
Hilltops
With
the
Certified
Wise
Heard
you
might
try
but
you
can't
battle
perfection
These
boys
will
blow
you
high
like
adrenaline
injections
When
we
flex
an
even
RSL
diggers
label
us
veteran
Lack
direction
we
put
hip
hop
on
the
map
in
your
section
Hip
hops
phattest
notes...
Pedigree...
Now
how
can
you
compete
with
this
Half
of
you
are
weak
as
piss
The
weaken
always
need
to
diss
Your
open
like
a
bleeding
wrist
Your
focus
you
arn't
seeing
this
We're
doper
than
weed
and
trips
No
peace
without
war
go
to
war
to
get
a
piece
of
this
They
cease
and
miss,
we're
keeping
on
Our
rhyme
styles
your
sleeping
on
Our
fuse
is
lit
and
where's
the
bong
See
the
naked
truth
like
peeping
Tom's
Your
styles
are
weak,
mate
keep
it
strong
Your
girl
said
she
needs
a
long
And
on
and
on
and
on
she
kept
on...
Your
style
slept
on
my
mattresses
There's
no
crew
that
matches
this
Try
to
play
the
roller
but
this
is
nothing
but
actresses
But
don't
you
kid
the
phatness
is
The
shit
like
we
ate
laxatives
Underground's
where
we're
from
immortal
hip
hop
activists
MC
and
the
Pressure
Gonna
bless
ya
mind
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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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