Highlanderz – Hilltop Hoods
Suffa:
A time that I miss, or was it the time that I missed?/
Cause half the time I was pissed, check the time on your wrist/
Pressure:
Sunshine in the crisp morning air of the lamp park/
Hanging at barbecues, and other crews who’d never air spark/
B-boys, it’s all chill, leave and it’s all chill/
Summit:
That was cool when they greet, broke leaf at the score/
Still, school days were cool days, kickin’ the football always/
Would be good, we would get detention set in hallways/
Pressure:
I used to hate that shit, now I miss the crew from school/
Where getting pissed was cool/
And you got dissed if you was a fool/
Suffa:
I walked the line to school, when Belair was all peace/
Back then I rode with heads, and outran transit police/
*woop, woop*
Oh shit the cops, that’s the sound of the pigs/
We used to rock, what’s the colour of a true sick beat [?]/
(coppa, coppa)
Summit:
I pissed off they trying to stop the hilltop, if proper was flopper/
All the real mates, still ain’t forgot you/
Pressure:
This is not the time or place that it used to be, but you’d agree/
That you and me have grew to be the neighbourhood nuisance-y/
Summit, Suffa, Pressure:
Truancy was regular, these styles were meant for the/
Ears of a peer, good times, I’ll remember you/
In the mental with a dollar like, we direct and we make/
(it’s the Hoods baby) rocking freestyles at Apex/
On (on) to the early morn’, I keep it on (on) to the break of dawn/
Summit:
Man, the mouth boxes fly from the house it rocks the fight [?]/
Coming from the under south and topside/
Suffa:
Strived for summer, with just shorts on ya/
Laze in sun rays and the days are longer/
Pressure:
Catch a slack from my oldies, till my hat turned back/
Grabbed a six pack of coldies, then walk down to Blackwood/
Summit:
Pass the Bourb’ after dark, we try and wind around/
It’s okay, the curb and cold park, it’s the time that I miss/
Pressure:
I remember Christmas vacation, hangin’ at the station/
Sunny days and money days, and my hearts relaxation/
Summit:
Situation we facing was chasing just one dollar/
To dumb for a school, I thought replacement in relation to intoxication [?]/
Suffa:
Conversation with cops led to [?]/
[?]
Pressure:
Settin’ fire to Dacha, then blame the ties and jackets/
Better watch it, so let a box get blown by fire crackers/
And inspired by Flak is how I got my start/
Flak:
It’s the hoods mate, rapping freestyles in cold parks [?]/
Summit:
Man, coming off the top, intelligent, with the element/
Under the influence of alcohol, tenders man/
Hell I bet it was a freestyle development/
From the settle we invent, to old product/
Suffa:
Run up, run and walk, run afar, run amok/
Running shit, bring the crews together like Chlamydia/
Look down from Windy Point and know we run this fuckin’ city/
Pressure:
It’s a pity, bulls aren’t as freaky from the local delinquents/
Grab a pipe and a life pass to the right was a sequel/
Summit:
And ignite, day and night/
Where the [?] saying I aim for the top/
Trying to contain my crop/
Suffa:
Used to run from our mothers/
Pretend we were brothers/
Score the same hoes/
But under different covers/
Others could not consume as much liquor/
As the Blackwood boys, the neighbourhood father figures/
Pressure:
Take you back, drink your packs, beer care for your pain/
Physically I’ve changed, but mentally I’m still the same/
Summit:
And maintain the memory, remember these days, no strife/
Hash would blaze in the nights, some of the best days of my life/
Suffa:
So with my memories of Apex, I’ll never be alone/
That’s the legacy, so imma let Next take it home/
