Recapturing The Vibe Lyrics - Hilltop Hoods

(Verse 1 - Pressure) 

It's the next chapter, where's all my head at? 

You slept at the fact that we crept back to 

Set factors straight, the only dead rappers 

Are penned at the papes of no cred actors 

Those haters, no you don't faze us 

Cos you don't know shit so, you're on a need to know basis 

And those gracious folk with no status 

I made this flow for you, no your own name is 

Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the 

Middle finger that you put up in a fixture 

Life's a bitch and it'll hit you 

If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living literature 

Hip Hop's a circus act this is absurd but fact 

One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap 

One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that 

Furthered rap culture round the earth and back 

But some diss but when I'm up in your face 

You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say 

I got respect for the scene and love for the place 

Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change 

We're still striving on, were still alive and strong 

Right or wrong I'd still kill for where I belong 

Insightful on the real deal when I write a song 

Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on? 

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(Verse 2 - Suffa) 

I'll have the whole crowd like, oh shit, that's right I said it 

I'll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits 

Two of the best to ever edit poetics 

It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it 

Off, Hilltop in the place, sir just calm down 

Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down 

You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round 

You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round 

Pump it up in your car; turn your car into a club 

Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down 

Just burn the bar down, like a disco inferno 

MCs aren't the only thing we burn though 

I'm the arsonist like Rakim is 

So ask your kids who the number one artist is 

Obese got the mad fucking roster while 

Your crew couldn't even house a foster child 

You're flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got to smile 

When you panic on stage like you lost a child 

Where's Benny? Benny's across the road watching Hilltop 

Cos they got the flow the hills have still got 

The skills, the beats to get nice on 

Don't need drugs, I get a buzz when the mics on 

So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on 

Hilltop, we're what's left when the vibe's gone 

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