Highlanderz

Highlanderz – Hilltop Hoods Suffa: A time that I miss, or was it the time that I missed?/ Cause half the time I was pissed, check the time on your wrist/ Pressure: Sunshine in the crisp morning air of the lamp park/ Hanging at barbecues, and other crews who’d never air spark/ B-boys, it’s all chill, leave and it’s all chill/ Summit: That was cool when they greet, broke leaf at the score/ Still, school days were cool days, kickin’ the football always/ Would be good, we would get detention set in hallways/ Pressure: I used to hate that shit, now I miss the crew from school/ Where getting pissed was cool/ And you got dissed if you was a fool/ Suffa: I walked the line to school, when Belair was all peace/ Back then I rode with heads, and outran transit police/ *woop, woop* Oh shit the cops, that’s the sound of the pigs/ We used to rock, what’s the colour of a true sick beat [?]/ (coppa, coppa) Summit: I pissed off they trying to stop the hilltop, if proper was flopper/ All the real mates, still ain’t forgot you/ Pressure: This is not the time or place that it used to be, but you’d agree/ That you and me have grew to be the neighbourhood nuisance-y/ Summit, Suffa, Pressure: Truancy was regular, these styles were meant for the/ Ears of a peer, good times, I’ll remember you/ In the mental with a dollar like, we direct and we make/ (it’s the Hoods baby) rocking freestyles at Apex/ On (on) to the early morn’, I keep it on (on) to the break of dawn/ Summit: Man, the mouth boxes fly from the house it rocks the fight [?]/ Coming from the under south and topside/ Suffa: Strived for summer, with just shorts on ya/ Laze in sun rays and the days are longer/ Pressure: Catch a slack from my oldies, till my hat turned back/ Grabbed a six pack of coldies, then walk down to Blackwood/ Summit: Pass the Bourb’ after dark, we try and wind around/ It’s okay, the curb and cold park, it’s the time that I miss/ Pressure: I remember Christmas vacation, hangin’ at the station/ Sunny days and money days, and my hearts relaxation/ Summit: Situation we facing was chasing just one dollar/ To dumb for a school, I thought replacement in relation to intoxication [?]/ Suffa: Conversation with cops led to [?]/ [?] Pressure: Settin’ fire to Dacha, then blame the ties and jackets/ Better watch it, so let a box get blown by fire crackers/ And inspired by Flak is how I got my start/ Flak: It’s the hoods mate, rapping freestyles in cold parks [?]/ Summit: Man, coming off the top, intelligent, with the element/ Under the influence of alcohol, tenders man/ Hell I bet it was a freestyle development/ From the settle we invent, to old product/ Suffa: Run up, run and walk, run afar, run amok/ Running shit, bring the crews together like Chlamydia/ Look down from Windy Point and know we run this fuckin’ city/ Pressure: It’s a pity, bulls aren’t as freaky from the local delinquents/ Grab a pipe and a life pass to the right was a sequel/ Summit: And ignite, day and night/ Where the [?] saying I aim for the top/ Trying to contain my crop/ Suffa: Used to run from our mothers/ Pretend we were brothers/ Score the same hoes/ But under different covers/ Others could not consume as much liquor/ As the Blackwood boys, the neighbourhood father figures/ Pressure: Take you back, drink your packs, beer care for your pain/ Physically I’ve changed, but mentally I’m still the same/ Summit: And maintain the memory, remember these days, no strife/ Hash would blaze in the nights, some of the best days of my life/ Suffa: So with my memories of Apex, I’ll never be alone/ That’s the legacy, so imma let Next take it home/