Текст песни The Blue Blooded - Hilltop Hoods feat. The Blue Blooded Allstars

We have a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight
And I want you to know one thing
This is...

Hilltop, that's where the blood run's
Thick
It's where King's bury there loved one's
Sick
Kid's guard their crops with a slug gun
From rips
Like like Schapelle on a drug run
So quick
There's kid's in the park waiting
These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham
So start hating, though you know in your heart
We've been owning this art since our flow in the park

You can't serve me like Serena and Venus
Comparatively I leave you looking like the machinist
Cat's know they've been hit, when I spike the mic level and draw blood like intravenous
Without a pencil I'm hell bent
Leave dent's in the condenser, you can tell when
Mortar's been in the booth to rhyme
I don't scratch vinyl, I scratch up the mic with my canines

Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack
I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag
I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a rum
And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton's son
South of the country, west of the city
Chip into that kitty if we're going to be drinking until the skank pretty
Will he attack? When he snap, got the track like
Bring it back, hear him rap? Isn't that Funkoars?
You can find us staggered in a cipher
Turning human traffic to a five car pile up
We leave them all for dead
I used to think big 'till it killed L, Pun, Small's and Kev
Like bad move
Got you looking like you're eavesdropping the devil
And T set the theme to send them to hell
Bet on it, you're never better, I tell them again
Seddy bury every adversary he put against

Fresh off the boat with an impressive approach
To writing rhymes like pressing your throat
The unquestionable dopeness, and oh yes
It's the one and only, in the house like the gun is on me
Huh, got you gronk's saying blimey he's clever
He's brighter than that sun in the shiniest of weather
Girls you want diamonds forever?
Oh well throw your hymen's the sky if you feel the vibe

Yeah, none of gravities properties are on top of me
Can't hold me back from taking a stab like Chopper Read
Can't hold me back, I'm back around again like stalker's
My mic holds a force like a sword or a tomahawk
To Conan, walking with no man now
'Cause you freeze when you spit like a snow man's mouth
Arouse with every word, first you've got to know this
We don't belong together like Rove and showbiz

And we what? Run the crew
Whose what? Blood is blue
Through life's fucking zoo
And we might come for you
And we what? Run the crew
Whose what? Blood is blue
Through life's fucking zoo
And we might come for you

Hey the saga begin, RPM drama again
My lung burn, dangerous carcinogen
Starving like Stalin in parliament in Prague again
In camouflage targetin'
In Rock Creek Park, carve terror in the bark
Blueprint, build pyramids in the dark
The blood run deep, renegade creep
Hilltop connect bro, centigrade heat

Murph, some give me shit for my name
But I don't give a shit about you shit for brain's
Been a long while so I know the game
It's more about music than your clothing range

We're here to overtake, setting the standard
Obese Crew, we're the devilish family
Stand on stage accepting a Grammy
For the most incredible rapping since edible panties

Unforgettable pansies in a flickering fit
Knickers in a twist in a spiral of shit
Undeniable gift with decipherable spit's
My fireball pit will burn you Muppet's

True rugged, blue blooded dignitary
Crew's love it when we do something visionary
Move up never lose touch, living ready
This is the hard road cargo hitting heavy

Robby Balboa bless the text
Deliver you ticket to death
River's of rhythm ripping the flesh
Triple your bet's on the primitive pest
Selling sick smut from the cinema step's
It begin's with a breath, a kid killing his pet's
Just sitting in debt when I'm feeling a wreck
Life's a bitch and so we're wringing her neck
Fuck a metro in a pink shirt 'cause we're kicking the set

The Funkoars and the Hilltop, yes, we still rocking it
And I ain't going near your beer unless we fuckin' topping it
I drink 'till I'm all over the shop like barcode's
And as far as rap goes, I've mastered my flow's
Certified and we back again to wreak havoc
With these pads and pen's so understand my friend
We about to take over just like Hove spit it
To the most gifted get them glasses up and toast with us

Pressure MC, born with a mechanical mind
The talent of rhyme, instinctual like animal kind
Now I flow with the best, from east coast to the west
We live in the flesh like my rap's sewn in your chest
You can't fathom the dopest flow, amateur's don't you know
What ever happened to a good ol' fashioned broken nose?
Don't become a casualty of my faculty
Damn I got spine but you'll never see the back of me

And we what? Run the crew
Whose what? Blood is blue
Through life's fucking zoo
And we might come for you
And we what? Run the crew
Whose what? Blood is blue
Through life's fucking zoo
And we might come for you