With Lyrics Hilltop Hoods – The Blue Blooded Album: The Hard Road We have a whole lot of superstars on this stage here tonight And I want you to know one thing, this is… Hilltop, that’s where the blood runs Thick, it’s where kings bury there loved ones Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run So quick, there’s kids in the park waiting These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham So start hating, though you know in your heart We’ve been owning this art since our flow in the park You can’t serve me like Serena and Venus Comparatively I leave you looking like the machinist Cats know they’ve been hit, when I spike the mic level And draw blood like intravenous Without a pencil I’m hell bent Leave dents in the condenser, you can tell when Mortar’s been in the booth to rhyme I don’t scratch vinyl, I scratch up the mic with my canines Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack I never kiss and tell instead I fuck it and brag I’m an angry drunk when I’m grabbing a rum And skull shots till we fall from grace like Eric Clapton’s son South of the country, west of the city Chip into that kitty if we’re going to be drinking until the skank pretty Will he attack? When he snap, got the track like Bring it back, hear him rap? Isn’t that Funkoars? You can find us staggered in a cipher Turning human traffic to a five car pile up We leave them all for dead I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and Kev Like bad move, got you looking …
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