The Anthem

Lyrics

[Intro: Pressure & Suffa] Da, da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da, da-da-da [Chorus: Pressure] "My style is the craziest" Hilltop "St-style is the craziest" Suffa, you know your rhymes amaze me, just "Get on the mic", "[?] show 'em" whose "Craziest" [Verse 1: Suffa] This be the Suffa MC enhancing the track I treat the mic like a showgirl, romancing her lap So when it's time for tips don't forget my rhyming tricks Saliva's on the stylus 'cause I got the vinyl licks Ya spine'll rip open and I'll make your mind eclipse Independent, giving major labels minor fits I'ma [?] and give MCs them seizures You're rapping like the Dala in Indonesia, I see ya And it's your fate I see It's like a two-dollar hooker with HIV You wanna step and be friendly? I'll rip your style apart You'll end up like Kenny from South Park So just try to fade me, just try to fade me, just Try to fade me, kid, we're the craziest I've seen others and I was like "Shit, he sucked" I bring the stress to your chest like a hooker getting titty fucked This kid erupts from the hills, I guess he got skills so MCs are getting treated like a dyke with a dildo It feels so good, you'll moan like Tabatha Cash As Next scratches vinyl like the record had a rash Like cash I'm erupting, styles have you suffering The air that you suck has your lungs rupturing Suffa bring invincibility, ya can't hurt me, jerk Just pass a cold one, 'cause MCing's thirsty work, like [Chorus: Suffa] "My style is the craziest" Hilltop "St-style is the craziest" Pressure, you know your rhymes amaze me, just "Get on the mic", "[?]" show 'em whose "Craziest" [Verse 2: Pressure] Now this be the Capital pressure from Hilltop, these MCs flex Deeper than the vinyl groove of [?] DMC sets The Hoods release text, I bet That you'll release threats for the next to sweat Now please let your mind follow me like a priest to his panthem The anthem, if they left standing then I hand them The tool of my trade and flex the trade of my tool I cool in the shade but Suffa take 'em to school But it's cool, MCs are made to be broken like rules I take my chance and either walk away a king or a fool The water's deep, my friend, you can't wait your turn so They choose to burn boats then turncoat like Cheryl Kernot They'll learn though, as time takes its course My rhyme breaks the force of your spine to make your toss So convulsive, you're so repulsed until your mind is numb Now just stop your encroaching by, your time has come Now I'm the one, but to tango, it takes two Cos MC's be talkin' hard times but to me it's easy I ran through life's lessons, tript on, survived destines To shoot my fate, could accumulate my mic lessons But I didn't - I made what I got from just the spittings and persistence I got to nurse my baby, what's the difference? A little patience and let time be, you go through situations Lessons full of life's vibrations [Hook:] "My Style's is the craziest" Hilltops' "St-style's the craziest" Next you know your cuts amaze me just Get on the decks "Show em' who'se craziest" [Outro:] Get on the mic Na... na na na... na na na... na na na nana