Heard Of Us(ft. Hilltop Hoods)-Hyjak N Torcha
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Heard Of Us(ft. Hilltop Hoods) (Explicit) - Hyjak N Torcha
I like to make the vinyl bleed
When I meditate to heavy breaks
Obsess over thought process until the letters make
There way to my palms
Are sweaty once I'm coming ready
I carve a deadly manuscript
And rip past the petty
This man'll make them big
Shots look bent on weight
I came ahead of my time while
Others premature ejaculate
An addict of breaks and cuts obsessed
I'm f**ked unless I get a hit and
Spit til' theres nothing left
I spent my youth like bad credit
Got nothing to show
If money was flow
I'd be bawling all up in this bro
We got that rough sh*t something
Straight up sh*t with sick flows
Some beat around the bush
Like perverts looking in windows
While others rapping
For the cash indoors fasion awards
They lacking cords
We catching wreck with Jak n' Torch
You say your hard
I'mma laugh and raise my glass
F**k and ego your only as
D**e as the listeners say you are
You can find me in the hills
But you don't try me on this sh*t kid
With rhymes that be filthy and grimy like a dish pig
I rip gigs and spit if you think it's a joke
I'm like a mad digesting hash cookie (wha )
My sh*t is d**e
Let's go twelve rounds and see who'se flows tighter
The only way you'd win is
If I was your ghost writer f**k
Who wrote your raps and
Who'se taking your crew places
Man you look retarded
Who tied your f**king shoe laces
Suffa ain't no sucker f**ker
Cook up beats like Jamie Oliver pucka
Structure form man
F**k the norm man
Suffa born and rough like porn
And I spit lyrics like water mealon seeds
Slaughter red emcees
Cos I thought of enemies
Any reason season please man
Three sixty five it's three sixty degrees
And you don't quit
I ain't scared of dying or being missed
But I'm afraid as f**k of being deceased
With a techno DJ making my remix
And having him beat mix at
Every rave and show he hear
Dig myself out of my grave and
Beat him with his own clothes stick
Don't give a sh*t if you
Can spin backwards on canvas
I don't give a f**k about these rap dancers
Damn I'm sorry boys I don't know how to say this
I think I ruined our chance of
Being on the Nova playlist (oh no )
Play this if you love getting wasted destroying stuff
Mic snatching off Guy Sebastian
Using his head as a toilet brush
These boys bustin' out the
Rubbish like Oscar the Grouch
Wish the Crocodile Hunter
Stuck a sock in his mouth (Crikey )
I might be slightly unbalanced
I'm wrestling lesbians
Because I like the challenge
Til' a crew of dykes surrounding
Me with knives and hammers
I nailed em' all together
Sold em' to IKEA as a cabinet wha
I'm hopeless can't focus my intelligence see
I play them pokies hoping for five elephants we
Rather smoke this tree than try sellin' it please
Just provoke this team and I'll settle it geez
Don't worry 'bout me bro
Won't sell my soul that's degrading
I'm Torcha I hold my own like I'm masterbating
Not masquerading like puppets and writers for nother
Got married last summer
But I'm still f**king a stunner
Crews only step up if they drunk lots of liquor
Now thats dumb enough then ask
Your dealers for an odds on ticker
I used to pill pop til' my life fell off the hilltop
But still rock ya feel it (ahhh ) - my mic is still hot
Better hope you still drop
In this profession we medicine
Got everyone stressing
Reaching for anti-depressing medicine
Some editors veterans testing us at a show
I'll put you in the nosebleed
Section while your in the back row
