All On Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Reason] Yeah, it's "All On Me" with Pegasus Hilltop Hoods and Layla Coming for ya, 2002 Rock it [Verse 1: Pegz] Brother don't waste time, feel the Suffa bassline From St Kilda east to Deep Space Nine Studied to be a funky technician like Marley Marl Don't get it twisted [?] I make punanis snarl with my foul sound You play Polo, I play Pegz solo spellbound Bow down to the story tellin' king son Like the metal storm propelling at Big Pun Rappers sell a mill with mainstream accolades But never make a true classic like Jack of Spades I'll rap for days, spot my aura in Torquay Could desk snatch some of the greatest like [?] Things get a little easier, ask Biz Mark Once you learn to understand truth hits hard [Interlude: Pressure] Truth hits hard Hilltop, Layla, Burn crew [Verse 2: Pressure] My mind's numb from inhaling all them lies from you jerks That's why the truth hurts like steppin' to Certified on my crew's turf Beat biters make me sick, I hate this shit Hip-hop's everyone's bitch, that's why we got a love-hate relationship Next to Pressure, y'all went blank, you're just symmetrical You bein' me's like Elton bein' heterosexual So while you're sweatin' methanol I'm sweatin' tech electricals That's why my waistline is measured in mega-decibels Breakin' down the extra decimal, steppin' forwards And stamp my mark on your ashes 'cause these rappers are so impressionable I got time for MCs that's gettin' technical See I'm an accepted person and it's less exceptional Sick of diss tracks that these fakers make When it comes to make or break they couldn't hold it down with a paperweight Non-believers, I make 'em wait, if they still need proof Ayy, Layla, it's all on you [Verse 3: Layla] So what now, it's on me? Talk about the pressure I'm gonna take this opportunity to sever Competitors, fuck The Never Ending Story I just keep gettin' better and it's hard to abort me You want my finest? I'll relieve you of your crisis You can try this, but we'll be the deciphers At least you know now where to go To find what Certified is the hypest combo I came over expectin' a suffering city Found myself [?] MIDIs It's a pity we all live interstate Imagine if we didn't, the produce we could make But it's all good, no one can get ahead of us Russell up a goldmine with the Hoods or Pegasus I'm ready for this much responsibility I take control 'cause Suffa said it's on me [Verse 4: Suffa] Uh, uh The lyric that I spread's so smooth that Suffa's Got Fabio saying, "I can't believe it's not butter" I can't believe you're not better, when you step you get stepped on Hilltop's the name on honeys lips like Revlon [Ad-Libs: Suffa & Pressure] You know what? What? I'm not recording, man, I'm too tired What are we gonna do? Get Debris to do the cuts or something, I don't care Oi, finish your verse, man! Get back in there [?] [Scratches: DJ Debris]