Living In Bunkers by Hilltop Hoods
Verse 1: Pressure
When I came, I started like an arsonist to set a flame
Mastering this art, I'm everlasting when I pen my name
Darker like my letters stained markers on the head of Cain
sharper than a marksmen with a target in my centre frame
A father, so my red I veins harboured by my said in name
Or rather with my other forefathers and genetic strain
If we ain't asking for respect or fame
With words as dope as marijuana, though it's hard to take what's said in vein
A splinter faction so we're carving up against the grain
Laughing at them grasping over stardom and a sense of claim
Hard to hang your head in shame rather than accept the blame
Own your hardships, we're only master when we shed the chains
affect the game, cause and effect, check the change
Forget your name and not the part of it from where you came
dangerous tracks like a scar where you inject the vein
Murdering your martyrs, I'm the harbinger to end the pain
Chorus: Lotek
Unforgiven staying hidden like we're living in bunkers
whether you're in Sri Lanka or you live in Toronto
Dominican or Indian we're living like hunters
whether you're in the Congo or live in Rwanda
What we doing Tek? Staying hidden like we're living in bunkers
Whether you're in Sri Lanka or you live in Toronto
Dominican or Indian we're living like hunters
Whether you're in the Congo or live in Rwanda
Verse 2: Suffa
I've got a cache of beats to make 'em get on the floor
Ranging from better than you're, to way better than yours
the heavy metal supporter leaving competitors floored
the most malevolent devil to ever tread on the shore
I'm a composer with a grudge ready to settle the score
And tour supposedly the one to wreck like never before?
Please, you a stooge like you're standing with Iggy
So please, bear with me like I'm standing with grizzlies
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