The Anthem

Daaa... da da da... Da da da... da da da, da da da, danana [Chorus] {#1} "My Style is the craziest" Hilltop "That style is the craziest" Suffa you know your rhymes amaze me just "Get on the mic" Let's show em' who'se craziest [Verse 1: Suffa] This be the Suffa MC enhancing the track I treat the mic like a show girl, romancing her lap So when it's time for tips don't forget my rhyming tricks So live it's on the (starlist???) cos I got the vinyl licks Ya spine'll rip open and I'll make your mind eclips Independant, giving major labels minor fits I'ma rip, (polyflip??) and give MC's them siezures You're rapping like the Dala in Indonesia, I see ya And it's your fate I see, it's like a two dollar hooker with HIV You wanna step and be friendly? I'll rip your style apart You'll end up like Kenny from Southpark So just try to fade me, just try to fade me just, try to fade me kid We're the craziest I've seen others and I was like "shit he sucked" I bring the stress to your chest like a hooker getting titty fucked This kid errupts from the hills, I guess he got skills so MC's are getting treated like a dyke with a dildo It feels so good you'll moan like Tabatha Cash As Nick scratch this vinal like the record had a rash Like cash I'm errupting, styles have you suffering The air that you suck has your lungs rupturing Suffa bring invincability, ya can't hurt me jerk Just pass a cold one cos it seems thirsty work like [Chorus] {#2} "My Style is the craziest" Hilltop "That style is the craziest" Pressure you know your rhymes amaze me just "Get on the mic" Let's show em' who'se craziest [Verse 2: Pressure] Now this be the capital pressure, from Hilltop these MC's flex Deeper than the bonet proof of nexus (??) the MC says 'The Hoods release text I bet that you'll release threats for the next to sweat' Now please let ya mind follow me like a preist to his panthem The anthem, if they left standing then I hand them The tool of my trade reflects the trade of my tool I cool in the shade now Suffa take em' to school But it's cool, MC's are made to be broken like rules I take my chance and either walk away a king or a fool The waters deep my friend, you can't wait your turn so They choose to burn boats then turncoat like Cherral Kerno They'll learn though, as time takes it's course my rhyme breaks the force Of ya spine to make ya toss, so convulsive, so repulsive until your mind is numb Now just stop your encroaching by, your time has come Now I'm the one, but to tango it takes two Cos MC's be talkin' hard times but to me it's easy I ran through life's lessons, tript on, survived destines To shoot my fate, could ecumulate my mic lessons But I didn't - I made what I got from just the spittings and persistance I got to nurse my baby, what's the differnce? A little patience and let time be, you go through situations Lessons full of life's vibrations [Chorus] {#3} "My Style is the craziest" Hilltop "That style is the craziest" Next you know you cunts amaze me just Get on the Next "Show em' who'se craziest" [Scratching by DJ Next til fade: "Get on the mic"] Na... na na na... na na na... na na na nana