Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Classic Example, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song State Of The Art, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hilltop Hoods
Song language: English
Classic Example |
Now we bring the new danger to stranger’s who claim to defame the crew, |
Pharoahe, Hilltop Hoods, never singing the blues, |
Slinging these new singles for you to mingle to, |
Australian Hip Hop but not kangaroos, |
Change the game a little rearrange the rules, |
Your whole frame is brittle man you came to lose, |
We drop classics you bastards, |
My final four defeats sweet sixteen’s like March madness, |
It’s not passive, so ravenous, |
This collaborative effort is not average, |
Its magnanimous, thus, my little crew got loose screws, |
These dudes will put two in your cabbage, |
One in your laminate, three in you managers Phantom, |
Don’t be a candidate for animal planet, |
Lyrical savages and CD anger management classes, |
Look how we handle them we leave them in bandages damn it |
No stopping us now, Hilltop in this, we locking it down, |
Apocalypse now, we’re not with this monotonous sound, |
It’s innocuous Hip Hop and we’re on top of a cloud, |
Rocking a crowd, dropping this like who not with us now? |
They’re all feeling the movements it’s, |
Got DJ’s scratching up my shit like removalists, |
Who is this ludicrous, furious, humorous, |
Dude that just threw us off the back of tour bus? |
Two of us, bringing the shit that got your hands clapping, |
Luminous, swinging my dick like Dr Manhattan, |
I had to stop for breath, |
Cos our shit’s like Joan of Arc, man it’s hot to death, |
We blowing up the spot, not once but twice like P-Monche, |
Blowing up some Reebok pumps with a beatbox, |
Come to life, or try get this drunk out of here, |
Pffft, my shit’s a classic man, get the fuck out of here |
This ain’t a so-so, promo, believe me it’s pro, |
Dope flow that don’t know the meaning of no, |
Me and my co, Pharoahe, won’t be leaving the show, |
Until the, speakers blow from the heat of my flow, |
We write classics, for back alley theatrics, |
Playing with fire living in a house built with match sticks, |
Haters wanna roll with me now, showing love? |
Guess I’m just too busy holding it down to hold a grudge, |
Your average amateurs panic and choke, |
They ain’t actually dope, they’re high on cannabis smoke, |
I’m still the man if I don’t blow a grand on a rope, |
Cause fortune favors the brave that’s why these rappers are broke, |
Props to Numark for jacking the sample, |
Debris could lay a scratch with his arms full, |
Keeping heads packed like a car pool, |
Back for the masses to marvel, here’s another classic example |