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Artist/Band: Hilltop Hoods
Lyrics for Song: The Sentinel
Lyrics for Album: The Calling [2004]



[Verse One - Suffa]

We found this club on a side street, but I was kind of iffy

We could hear some fly beats, but from outside it looked shifty

I said this to pressure just before I finished my sentence

This bouncer came out and dragged us both through the entrance

This guy was huge and I was stumbling with my speech

I finally mumbled that we just stumbled in from the street

He said to us "So finding us was accidental?

Well I'm not surprised, we don't advertise at the Sentinel"

He said "What's your name?" he said "Pressure", I said "Suffa"

He said "Join the rest of the suckers"

So we went right in, we sat right down

Pressure said "I guess I'll get us both our first round"

He had to go downstairs cos the bar was underground

He came back and said "Man these the cheapest drinks in town"

I agreed, yes indeed, we could be here all night

They're only charging a buck fifty for imperial pints

And I'm feeling alright, this place is kind of cool man

I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the fool and

Ruins this vibe that I've got going

Not knowing where I am, but this jam's growing man this spots blowing

The ladies were hot I sat down and listened

To their four thousand watt, in-house sound system

The DJ was laying tracks, keeping people on the floor and then

He played a crazy break, and the chorus went...



[Verse Two - Pressure]

These dim lights hold, silhouetted figures fit in tight moulds

This beer's ice cold, yeah we're going to be here till the nights old

I might stroll, see what I can plunder, but I wonder

Do I feel a blunder or is that the drink putting me under

A strange feeling, this place got my brain reeling

Looked up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling

Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and

In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a smoke screen

Sat down, looked at the picture on the bottle label

It was the same man and the stripper that sat atop my table

And as he licked her thighs I saw that glint in her eyes

The wristwatch upon her waistlet it had him hypnotized

She kissed him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin

My reply cut thin by my hand wiping my chin

Walked to the bar as the tender looked right through me I said

"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he talked about me not to me

He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay here's perpetual

We serve drinks and broken dreams but no edibles"

I bought a round, man I think this is watered down

Its tasting sought of fowl

This place is giving me the creeps and plus the doors are now

Closing to the public so let's make our move

Then I was struck by the strangest sense of déjà vu

Man I swore I was bent "Suffa man I've heard this all before it went"

Ba ba ba ba ba, and then the chorus went...



[Verse Three - Pressure & Suffa]

Man this place's got me reeling I took a seat to get my focus

When a group of B-Boys gathered by the stage took my notice

At about one o'clock, the club manager approached us

And said "I heard you jokers were MCs, who's the dopest?

Cos we run an open mic battle every night

And to enter you've got to be, incredibly tight"

I said "Get me the mic I might flip", then the lights switched

My vision was blurring and burning words inside my eyelids

Rhyme progression begun, something possessing my tongue

Blessing the deaf and dumb till I was falling short of breath in my lung

"When will they let us stop?" I checked the time and it was

Six in the morning, and we were still rhyming

Battled MC after MC, battled MCs for days

But they wouldn't let us go, when we tried to leave the stage

The manager said "You boys can never leave this tournament

And you can never leave the Sentinel", and the chorus went...


Album Lyrics: The Calling [2004]


Hilltop Hoods
"The Calling [2004]"


1. Incoming
2. Testimonial Year
3. The Calling
4. Dumb Enough
5. Illusionary Lines
6. Tommorow Will Do
7. Laying Blame
8. Simmy And The Gravespitter
9. The Nosebleed Section
10. Down For The Cause
11. Mic Felon
12. Walk On
13. The Certificate
14. Working The Mic
15. The Sentinel