Good for Nothing

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Hilltop Hoods - Rock, Rap

Good for Nothing

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[Chorus: Pressure & Suffa, Suffa] I'm no good; yes, I'm no good Let me tell you no good, girl; I'm no good I'm no good for nothin' (Get 'em, P!) [Verse 1: Pressure] Problematic child from a god abandoned isle Where hip-hop is like a convict on a standing trial Droppin' havoc, I'll rock the planet wild Till they shoot me in a movie Hong Kong combatant style Plastic rapping and disposable culture Poet or solider, falter and get thrown to the vultures We wear our scars like a badge of honour sewn in the shoulder Cross the unknown, rock alone like the coast of Gibraltar Lookin' over my shoulder, radio and payola Keep us alien on air like bein' flown by Travolta Flow with a vocal assault of the microphone and controller Harder to handle than a loaded revolver coated with sulphur You in a house made of glass, throwin' a boulder But never see the light of day like car motors on solar Goin' for broke don't mean you're goin' broke for the culture We'd hang ourselves given rope and pergola [Chorus: Pressure & Suffa, Pressure, Suffa, Fats Belvedere] I'm no good; yes, I'm no good Let me tell you no good, girl; I'm no good I'm no good for nothin' And I might be no good but when I seize the mic I can spit it like, like (Jesus Christ) I'm no good; yes, I'm no good Let me tell you no good, girl; I'm no good I'm no good for nothin' And I might be no good but when I seize the mic I can spit it like, like (Jesus Christ) [Verse 2: Suffa] Beast of burden, carry the weight I got divorced from reality to marry the break In a bally and cape, I get carried away Like a cadaver on a battlefield, make barriers break Man, my chariot waits; I can't stay for the gala Music is dead, fame's alive: Lady Gaga They complain about the drama, go Play the martyr role better than Mohammed Atta Suffa, grimy as Calcutta Beat you single-handed like Def Leppard's drummer I'm about to blow like meth on the cooker Leavin' me with the mic's like leavin' pets with a butcher Don't put a foot wrong, think for a good long minute (Shut your mouth) Put a foot-long in it You're dealin' with one of the best to bust so Tyler Durden, don't beat yourself up, bro [Chorus: Pressure & Suffa, Pressure, Suffa, Fats Belvedere] I'm no good; yes, I'm no good Let me tell you no good, girl; I'm no good I'm no good for nothin' And I might be no good but when I seize the mic I can spit it like, like (Jesus Christ) I'm no good; yes, I'm no good Let me tell you no good, girl; I'm no good I'm no good for nothin' And I might be no good but when I seize the mic I can spit it like, like (Jesus Christ) [Outro: DJ Debris] "I'm bad, bad man" "Ya feel me?" "They say I'm no good" "I'm bad, bad man" "Ya feel me?" "They say I'm no good" "Feelin' better- Feelin' better- Feelin' better- Feelin' better" "I know"

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Credits

Writers
  • MC Pressure
  • Suffa
  • DJ Debris