The Return (Explicit) - Hilltop Hoods

Duck and cover

Cause when you f**k with Suffa it's like the bomb's dropped

You spit like Bon Jovi we spit like Bon Scott

We got it on lock Deadlock

Non-stop Head nod

Even when the song stop

Step in the cipher and it's danger

I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber

And he don't f**k around

We've gained such renown

For this state of the art custom sound

For them custom built rappers with under-skilled narratives

The good die young me and Suff' are still bad with this

Rhyme style it's lethal Prime time the sequel

Ain't got a single fan just like-minded people

I told you from the start

I'm a soldier of the art

Effortless take every breath and hold it to your heart

With Debris and my brother Suffa

So watch another sucker run for cover

It's the return of the motherf**king motherf**kers

I don't give a goddamn

Listen I don't know

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

I don't give a goddamn listen

I don't know

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

It's Debris

Blow the war zone not now but right now

Obsessive compulsive repulsive insulting

Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin

Assaulting the system

A system that's broken

The cistern is broken the sh*t is just floating

I spit till you're open underground

P-Delaressure and he don't f**k around

Now album number five

Worked hard to earn that

No doubt it was a fight

Too far to turn back

Now I step in the sun take the weather however it comes

Although I'm a second son

I'm second to none

Lesson is done what goes around comes around

Suffa's down and he don't f**k around

The Hood spits the news like Wolf Blitzer crews

Fear the pit bull in the pulpit yo it's the

World War Three in a whisper

The Mr Suffa and Mr Pressure

We rips it rougher

We spits it fresher

I don't give a goddamn

Listen I don't know

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

Your nemesis on verses

The desperate and worthless

Try and flame the name we can wrestle in a furnace

Never came half-hearted

Never came last started

Everyday like it's my last till my craft's mastered

And we can get it on

I'm at peace with myself

Cause there's a piece of myself in every song

I don't just write rhymes

I spent a lifetime building

A lifeline accommodating night time's children

And now they love the sound

Play me with a Gravyspitter and he don't f**k around

Check ain't no stepping to me

Cause P and Suffa bad mothers like Treacherous Three

So Feel the heartbeat feel the heartbeat

You feel your hearts weep cause you still can't beat

The Hills and aren't we just still too rugged

I can feel you love it we the real blue-blooded c'mon

I don't give a goddamn

Listen I don't know

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

I don't give a goddamn

Listen I don't know

How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid

It's Debris

Blow the war zone not now but right now