All of the Above (Re-Dub)

Lyrics

[Hosts' Commentary: Sesta & K21] Hahahahahahaha Oh my lord! What we got next, K? We got some brand new Hilltop Hoods, and this time around they've paired up with Notes to Self Exclusive! This track's called "All of the Above". What it is?! (No—No—No—No—No—No—No—No—Notes to self) [Intro: Rage Roshin] Let's do it [Verse 1: Rage Roshin] Fresh 59Fifty with the hat brim flat Keep the sticker on the fitted till the hat brim cracked, boy The V-neck sweater with the H&M skinny jeans You can hear the bass for like eight to ten city streets Afrikan's trailer trash, Arkansas Razorback Barkin' dogs, pimpin' in the parking lot, Raiders hats Wildstyle, fade to black, Ralph Lauren - baby fat Bathing Ape, 808s, tryna bring the '80s back Twenty-second handshakes, band-aids up on your check Rollin' your pant legs up to your knee You got lil kids imitating big-time rappers Tinfoil grills from the Kit Kat wrappers Bags full of Krylon, bags full of work Your initials on your hat, on your chain, on your merch Old school with the NES game on a shirt Girl backstage blowin' like the game doesn't work [Chorus: Rage Roshin] Rap music, come on, so fresh "Big brolic, rope, chains and Tashini suits E.K.'s, Gazelli frames, British Knights and troops" [Verse 2: Swamp Donkey] Sick '69 Chevy with the windows cracked Keep it pimpin' so it's tinted with the windows black Roc-A-Fella battle axe, acapella battle rap All white leather on an aqua-velva Cadillac Record shoppin' and record shopping Patiently waitin' for the day that your label say that your record is droppin' Wearin' Khakis and Dunks, tryna rap when you're drunk Selling CDs out the back of ya trunk Samurai Champion, brand new Nikes on ya feet Getting tattooed right to your sleeve Buying kicks and hats, tryna mix and match Making tough decisions with a fifth of Jack Swishers full of sticky green, sippin' with your pinky ring Writing rhymes on your phone, listenin' to Lykke Li Late night catching up on One Tree Hill Having boys with the first name; Young, Big, Lil [Chorus: Swamp Donkey, Bronze One] It's rap music, come on "Big brolic, rope, chains and Tashini suits E.K.'s, Gazelli frames, British Knights and troops" (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Bronze One] Size twelve new Bucks with the midsole black Keep the keychain on the Timbos till the midsole crack, dude The Jumpman tee with the boxer brief visible Hand on your nuts 'cause you wanna be in videos College kid, Hollygrove, politic, [?] Scarface, Facemob, scarves made of herringbone 8 Mile, aerosol, fake car stereo B.D.P., B.O.B., "Welcome to the Terrordome" AND1 'tapes where your Samsung sits on your waist Lil Penny talkin' shit at the break Parked red Impala with the sunroof stored Dark Redskin bomber that they jump you for Funk Flex, Crazy Legs, Nardwuar, Sway & Tech Flippin' through The Source mag, Carhartt, Avirex Worn-ass buttons on that NPC Means nothin' to a sucker choppin' MP3s [Chorus: Bronze One] Rap music (Woo!) "Big brolic, rope, chains and—big bro—brolic— Big brolic, rope, chains and Tashini suits" [Verse 4: Pressure] Cold venomous [?] old demo cassettes Forgotten soul, we could rock the whole set off the decks Lost Big Boss, Bruce Lee, B.I.G. dropped "Juicy" With L and Pun, now the best "Big"s gone to sleep Cuttin' and scratchin' while rappin' at the same time Nothin' ain't happenin' then we graffin' on the train line Don't know how to act, Cube as himself though Don't know how to dress, Puma's or Shelltoe? Black jacket, puffer sweater, max swagger, tough as leather Listin' up my top five rappers at another [?] What's it all about? Slang thick, talkin' 'bout Records that are still classic: Illmatic, SlaughtaHouse Understated, underrated, most of us are underpaid, but It's the hunger, and I love to celebrate the ones who made it Ayo, you're better off droppin' a verse In strip clubs 'cause you can't touch my body of work [Chorus: Pressure, Suffa] Rap music (Come on!) "Big brolic, rope, chains and Tashini suits E.K.'s, Gazelli frames, British Knights and troops" (Ayy) [Verse 5: Suffa] It's like walkin' down bombed-out corridors or watchin' Worn-out copies of Warriors and Wanderers The coroners report's on Notorious B.I.G Big Pun, Big L, Paul C, KMG R.I.P. all five, five-point [?] Diggin' in the crates like I'm Diamond D, since Ice T Ice Cube, Just-Ice and [?] Chill Rob G, Ice Dog, plus Kid Frost The point is that it's cold as a New York winter Exiting a two-door, smoking Newport's in the Freezing cold, it's Easy Mo Bee, Ol' Dirty See Kid Capri cutting up Kid Creole 33 RPMs, chopping Parliament Notes to Self, take it back to the start again Back to the heart again, take it back to the [?] Mardi Gras again [Chorus: Suffa] It's rap music "Big brolic, rope, chains and Tashini suits E.K.'s, Gazelli frames, British Knights and troops"