Hilltop Hoods - Working the Mic текст песни

[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 going to Afghanistan
(I'm in the world war with Mohammed my man)
I'm taking MC's to war, fuck the friendships and politics
End this because my lyrical depth is bottomless
We thought you'd forgotten us
(There's no forgetting me)
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, man then 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 for head's who 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