Roll on Up

[Sample] Well he used to high fly, but he crashed out the sky In a Stardust fling, hey rock 'n roll king is down Roll on up As we proceed, to give you what you need Roll on up As we proceed, we hit the freeway and roll (on up) [Verse 1: Suffa] Shows and flows till the rhyme was felt Coast to coast and cut through the Bible belt A tribal yell till the vibe was felt Surviving hell and back man, on every track, man saliva spelt Hilltop, we hustled independently It's Obese, the muscle in the emblem We paved roads with our soul and suffering For the stage coach carrying hip hop to roll on up in And there's something that's making them nervous The undergrounds taking these verses and breaking the surface With a brand new cockiness, a brand new confidence Treat em like they owe me man; pay me my compliments No obstacles the fans and the fam make it possible And Obese got a roster full of rocket fuel So keep an eye out for those out ripping it up Putting it down, cos the fans are now picking it up [Hook: Suffa & Pressure] Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing Roll on up, and come and see emcees free Their sounds, to the sound of an MPC it goes Roll on up, hip hop's no longer living In rocks shadow, the kids are now spitting not singing Roll on up, and see the DJs getting the love From every head that step in the club, we hit the freeway and roll [Verse 2: Pressure] With this everyday hustle Ain't nothing over night man, it takes struggle to make muscle And half of these kids are under the poverty line The other half confuse skills with gonna be signed But this world doesn't owe you a debt So don't you expect a hand out or me to show you respect I got no regrets, why? Cos really it's proof That makes a good lie better than the hideous truth I don't preach or scream ain't trying to teach the scene The only guidelines are those you need to read between Cause the eighties is gone, it's a crazy biz Nowadays hip hop's whatever the fuck I say it is The reason I'm down, and kept my feet on the ground So I could breathe life back into the street with my sound So from the rappers to the vinyl stores, risking their spinal cord To define a cause we about to reach our final straw [Hook] [Verse 3: Suffa & Pressure] We roll on ripping it Cos some of these execs are just soulless lepers They'll buy your lunch cos they stole your breakfast Now who I'm going to let control these records? (what?) And who's going to hold these weapons Roll independent, we owe nothing to no one Got love for Elefant Tracks, and love for the Shogun Got love for Hydrofunk and the homespun Cause we a dying breed and this loathsome Industries about the mint, not the plant that dresses lunches Nah man it's the plant that presses hundreds We run with each and every rhymer since Cause I never been so large that I couldn't read the finer print [Hook]