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Conversations From A Speakeasy
Hilltop Hoods feat. Omni & Okwerdz
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Ok ladies and gentlemen here we go
Let's get introductions aside
Pressure, (Okwerdz) and Suffa tonight busting the mic like
Lately I've been hearing nothing but hype
Pen's mightier than your sword then you'd be fucked in a fight!
From the point of the exact conception I've had perfection
And you ain't close to Omni even though you may lack direction
I've got a good heart but bad intentions
Pressure don't need a map for reference, I'm a man of legends
I'll last forever like bad impressions
Like the first night you cursed in adolescence
The way I slam a sentence can panic veteran's
Some things are better left unsaid like anything that I have to mention
My loud mouths my downfall it's doubtful
I'll bite off more than I can chew 'cause I already got a mouthful
Act like I astound y'all, well I'm a scoundrel
With enemies but cliche is a friend of me, I'm out y'all
(Relax your mind, and let your conscience be free)
(Relax your mind, and let your conscience be free)
(Pull up a chair,) and kick your feet on the table
(Let down you hair), lean back in your seat if you're able
(We've got the Jazz) for your speakeasy conversations
It's the universal language of relaxation
The seas are combinin'
To breathe in the lions
It's not Omni its Okwerdz with the rhymin'
You need to be supportin' these cats with the passion
Instead of beefin' about what accent they rap with
As if it ain't tough enough to come up with a record
Just ask the Hoods really could Suffa from the Pressure, you get it?
Nah, Its hard, let me tell you
And in this era I wish fans in America were as hungry as they are in Australia
Got the heart of failure
Got stuff for the broads and the boys, there's something all for the fellas
(Just climb back), and just get chill with us now
(Hey yo' and why's that?)
'Cause I'm sick of yellin' so loud
But I'm the hungriest alive, can't to do won't wait
So turn your head for a second you might lose your place
So it's Doc Dim meets Adelaide (ey oh) just bring the platinum plaques this way
(Pull up a chair), and kick your feet on the table
(Let down you hair), lean back in your seat if you're able
(We've got the Jazz), for your speakeasy conversations
It's the universal language of relaxation
Oh, I heard there ain't no party like an open bar
We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart
Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar
So bizarre, roll thick like smokers tar
Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar
And if I ain't getting paid then I'm leaving in the promoters car!
Tell me who you know this far
Gone, on 'til the moments
Gone, on 'til the break of this governments back
And it's on 'til my mates are all loving the tracks
No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks
And no guns, just trying to get us up on the map
Bust, Suffa on wax, trust it's on
I'm trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for porn
Born in a small town, die with a big mouth
Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the kids south
(Pull up a chair), and kick your feet on the table
(Let down you hair), lean back in your seat if you're able
(We've got the Jazz), for your speakeasy conversations
It's the universal language of relaxation
(Pull up a chair), and kick your feet on the table
(Let down you hair), lean back in your seat if you're able
(We've got the Jazz), for your speakeasy conversations
It's the universal language of relaxation
(Pull up a chair), and kick your feet on the table
(Let down you hair), lean back in your seat if you're able
(We've got the Jazz), for your speakeasy conversations
It's the universal language of relaxation
(Pull up a chair,) and kick your feet on the table
(Let down you hair,) ...
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