Shredding The Balloon by Hilltop Hoods
Suffa Verse 1:
Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhymes inclined,
It's grimy shit but naughty that can't be fixed with a little bit of spitshine,
Big time like Frankie in Vages, inspiring like Ali and Frazier,
Spit it out till we spilling out to the street start a party up with our neighbours,
I'd rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of your A-list,
Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist,
I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements,
That i don't know where they end and where i start it's all part of game it's,
The farthest I've came since I started to play it, I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless,
We're harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they label us bastards and traitors,
They're charlatans, they're haters, they start on us but they're fake as,
Our parliament, but don't be disheartened by them pardon their failures,
If we don't forgive our enemies, we'll crawl the walls like centipedes,
Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy,
And we'll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me,
John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattors, before these scavengers tear at me.
Chorus:
I've been waiting to come back,
Like where the hell is the show?,
Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
Getting ready to blow,
I've been waiting to come back,
Like where the hell is the show?,
Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
Getting ready to blow,
Suffa Verse 2:
And it might blow up but i won't go pop,
And it might blow up but it won't burst,
She said she might grow old but she won't grow up,
Well she might, but only if I go first,
She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she's wearing a patch on her shoulder,
It's not a matter of whether i can catch her, more a matter of whether i can hold her,
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