Clown Prince

Lyrics

[Intro: Suffa & Pressure] Oi, P, it's your round Nah, it's your round Oi, it's your fucking round, man, I got the last fucking round! Hey, you still owe me five anyway, bro! You get the round! Fuck, it's your round, dude [Chorus: Pressure & Suffa] It's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car We turn it out; Hilltop, we've been down since "Back in the day" I'm the clown prince It's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car We turn it out; Hilltop, we've been down since "Back in the days when I was a teenager" (Uh) [Verse 1: Suffa] First up, on the dulcet tones of the Gravy Bone Project, Suffa MC came to take you home I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like drips In the arms, I'll lick your spirit with my miracle whip Whip, 'cause what I'm hearing's all shit On the lyrical tip, nah, I ain't feeling ya, kid We gave you something to jock, but it wasn't no thing Like Bobby gave Whitney a rock, but it wasn't no ring (Thanks, Bobby!) And I'ma keep at 'em, crossing my fingers that Eve Says keep Adam, I'm going down on Louise And I'ma wreak havoc, little man with a big pen I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen Like drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking Titties, representing the city that I grew up in We laid the path so you got a way in It's Hilltop; we're three stars like a Holiday Inn [Chorus: Pressure & Suffa] It's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car We turn it out; Hilltop, we've been down since "Back in the day" I'm the clown prince It's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car We turn it out; Hilltop, we've been down since "Back in the days when I was a teenager" [Verse 2: Pressure] Next up, when I get loose with no fail Appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale So when I leave, yo, you fucking with my pride, I don't see though Typical MC, my nuts don't match the size of my ego I seize an opportunity 'cause they don't linger The glass ain't half-empty, it's half-full, that's why I'm a table drinker Think you're on Pressure's level? Only thing tight, bro That you might show's dressed in several of your wife's clothes An arrogant fucker, damaging suckers masterfully, ha If I married your mother, you still wouldn't be half of me You should run from me, fuck battling, ain't nothing sweet 'Cause I won't beat you to the punch, I'll punch you to the beat Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street My foot's always in my mouth; I just can't stomach defeat I'ma master these until it's hard to breathe It's Hilltop; we the first to come, last to leave [Chorus: Pressure & Suffa] It's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car We turn it out; Hilltop, we've been down since "Back in the day" I'm the clown prince It's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car We turn it out; Hilltop, we've been down since "Back in the days when I was a teenager" (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 3: Suffa & Pressure] Man, I'm smooth like Marlon Brando at thirty At my peak like Marlon Brando at fifty And I'm fat like Marlon Brando at seventy Fuck it; no MC could ever better me (No one, man) And half the time, half my crew could drink the bar And half these cats ain't half of what they think they are We independent, I'd sign on the line The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times Man, their rhymes are designed to try diss us, but why diss us? I don't rewind to try to find disses, man I just recline and mind my business and I think in lines in rhymes, the rhyme stitches up the Minds of the lines of dimes and fine... I pen letters that kill (Ayy, what the fuck?) Then stab ya neck with a feather until you've bled in my quill This veteran's ill, thinking you can better my skill You need medicine, chill, a Pressure vendetta's for real [Chorus: Pressure & Suffa] It's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car We turn it out; Hilltop, we've been down since "Back in the day" I'm the clown prince It's your round, if you're hanging at the back of the bar So just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car We turn it out; Hilltop, we've been down since "Back in the days when I was a teenager"