Elevation

Hilltop Hoods

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    Don't stop or hesitate, lyrical blows will make you levitate
    Brothers think their fat, damn their fuckin' feather weight
    For heavens sake, I never crossed over ever mate
    I regularly elevate, my upper man regulate
    I never mate
    Brothers say I come back from hell to wait
    MC's selling their souls to record companies
    Celibates like selling rates
    I'm sleeping while their well awake
    I celebrate while they feel the rainy weather mate
    So while I'm well awake the album drops but they never make
    They telling me to prepare for the venom when they smell a snake
    There's a thousand stories in the city that are hell or fake
    I never wait for mine to waste time to elevate
    Together mate all we need is to delegate
    Some rhyme power so that enough force can generate
    And segregate the real from the dwellers
    Mate its time for b-boys to get yours together mate

    I don't stop the body rock
    (We say)
    Don't stop the body rock
    (We say)

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    Ahhhh... B-boy, verballing, lattering, configuring, lettering, sampling
    Fat as us delivering
    Words on the world that I'm living in
    Unforgiving in, my style no considering
    Giving in
    Next celebrate
    Don't deviate, Arrogate
    Fatter ways, who better ways
    Never hesitate, get us straight
    Elevate, till you levitate
    Demonstrate skills that the hills will celebrate
    Impersonators situate styles that you emulate
    Lacerate flows with the flows that I fluctuate
    Intimidate in the late, how was I?
    Stimulate
    Cowards imitate my style, try to simulate
    Beginner mate
    Noise, b-boys, getting in the crate
    Innovate, bones cut the record till your finger break
    Integrate the sounds underground
    I'll bomb em' mate
    Nominate the hoods for the crew to dominate

    Song details

    Composition: Debris, Suffa, Pressure, and Mick Veraguth

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