Working The Mic

[Verse One-Suffa]



Who's fucking with me, Suffa MC,

Tongue like sandpaper, who's rougher than we?

We been gone for a while it's been a long cold winter,

We back to get this crowd off their feet like back injuries,

Raps flaks and similes, acts to hack into me

They try bring me down like a Mac had backed into me

Back your car into me, fact you can't injure me

We back to crack the back of this whacked rap industry

These MC's don't wanna, (they don't wanna) mess with me

Fuck that bitch run his mouth its just a

Storm in a teacup

You whacked as Aussie troops goin to Afghanistan



I'm takin' MC's to war fuck the friendships and politics

End this because my lyrical depth is bottomless

We thought you'd forgotten us



You wanna fight

You couldn't win a battle hypothetically



[Verse Two-Pressure]



I've had enough of their dissing,

And fucking ambition,

There's nothing but wishing,

To become all fat when they're undernutritioned

Hey they're no loving your listen,

You getting bumped in my system,

Your chance is hardly as much as an Iraqi becoming a Christian

You'll never shine, you can't polish a turd,

Your shit is dope but shove it down your throat to swallow your words

I'm sick of copping slander for what I stand for,

You're not the man you're just masturbating in your propaganda

And got a lot to answer, your shit don't stink,

Think you're ship wont sink, mandate it don't think;

That you're large and we're small time, to rob easy small minds,

Carrying the heavy weight of their ego on small spines

This is rugged raw the head's want nothing more,

But others talk politics and swallow dicks like a fucking whore

So what're they bugging for?

Its just hip-hop, love and war

Pressure MC, Hilltop Hoods,

The lyric Juggernaught