Super Official

[Suffa] What's up? You miss us? Mr. Debris say hi... "Hello, hello, hello" "Hello, hello, hello" We are of course representing mighty, mighty Hilltop I'm Mr. Suffa, first up to bat We got P-Delaressure... [Pressure] I've been earning my stripes till I'm perfect when I'm working the mic And I've been serving the type of words that murder insights This ain't an urge, it's for life, what I recite furthers the fight A service for the circus that occurs in the night So put your money where your mouth is, we're doing it now Golden Era's let loose on the prowl, loosen the noose so you're down We're here to take back what used to be ours So make your last words count like grooms choosing their vows It's more than just timing (why?), the sport of slaughter with rhyming Of course if I'm writing my name upon your corpse it's a signing There's hoards of them vibing, smiling at the thought of us dying The water that's rising ain't the shore, it's more of your crying Jealous cause we striving and inspired by truths, they know Nothing bout surviving with the times and the news, and whole Image is a lie and didn't like that my crew's Got our own sneaker, feel free to walk a mile in my shoes Hip Hop's in hard times, if it's said that time is money Then I'll be paying dues until I hit the red Is it dead? Or is it just the picture, which you're fed? Write rhymes with your heart and do your business with your head If you ever bought Pressure a beer, let it be clear It was a blessing but I'm stressing I'll be dead in a year Forgetting my fears for the blood, sweat and the tears Eff a career, I'll be left with the respect of my peers [Hook] What we're doing here is crazy "In case you haven't heard, my way's super official" Super official with the style "Yeah, step into my zone and get blown" What we're doing here is crazy If you ain't up on this then you ain't up on shit Super official with the style If you ain't up on this then you ain't up on shit [Suffa] + (Pressure) Girl for one night, we'll get drunk right? And we'll get tongue tied till we puke together ... Bitch! Big Lebowski, that rug tied the room together Howl at the moon together like Ozzy Osbourne on tour In Rio with Ronny James Dio on the encore They want a Funkoar, they wanna hold a mirror To ninety-four, they want a golden era They wanna golden shower so I'mma give 'em Sid Vicious, spit vicious (you cut me off like circumcision) It's just how I'm living so adjust how you listen To the music, then you should be touched, now I'm driven Ain't the same old, lame old, take it in the a-hole Payola, payroll, dude shut your cakehole This is soul like watching some day old Paint on a train roll by as the rain fall And it's so beautiful it's painful, it's sweet sickness Like picturing the rest of your life with a girl you've known For three minutes, and proposing in a day and a half What we're composing here's state of the art It weighs heavy on your brow like a crown of thorns And that's when we break it down man, sound the horns Now reborn, work hard, eat lunch in the car But man we play hard, Braveheart drunk in a bar We're here to take heart, we're making music that's honest man The movement's upon us like some rebels moving through in the forest Carrying a torch to burn Babylon For every musician a label ever put a saddle on [Hook] [Pressure] Golden Era! [Hook]