Full Tilt Boogie

Lyrics

[Chorus: Pressure & Suffa] So what's your name? Suffa MC on the mic tonight Now say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name Pressure MC on the mic tonight Say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name? Suffa MC on the mic tonight Now say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name Pressure MC on the mic tonight Say word, say what, say it's all right [Verse 1: Pressure] I got Aussie purity like pollies got immunities I only litter in public 'cause I'm creating employment opportunity See I'm ya average fella, mate I have to tell ya Ignorance is bliss until you listen to my acapella I read them pictures in magazines, I dug the covers of books I take hip-hop at face value, don't pay a cent for their looks I see the scene's getting ugly, lucky we vision impaired 'Cause that image is skin-deep like the make-up they wear I keep my ear to the streets and my hand on my wallet I keep my feet on solid ground and keep searching for profit For what it's worth I carried the weight till it practically kills It's worth so little I can't afford my chiropractical bills I'm actually ill, relax and chill, it's time to build There ain't no scars this world can put on me that time won't heal See it's your own complex that puts you under pressure Tearing it up is easy fella, but can you put it back together? [Chorus: Suffa & Pressure] So what's your name? Pressure MC on the mic tonight Now say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name Suffa MC on the mic tonight Say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name? Pressure MC on the mic tonight Now say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name Suffa MC on the mic tonight Say word, say what, say it's all right [Verse 2: Suffa] Reverse a rhyme, factory line I'ma tear this mic apart (True) And I'ma start by giving shouts to Nasty Arts What's up troops? I split loops like Atoms A girl like Eve's like fruit to Adam So take a bite off it, if it's tight, knock it This my stage sucker, get your mic off it (He said off it) The force in my soul is sonic My brain's a CPU, I'm simply 2-0 bionic (Who ya on it) My man, just clap your hands for style It's a free trip to Afghanistan, you don't want it Like keep a priest in the bathroom, this shit is blessed You couldn't bring it on if it gave you one and gave you its address I give my boys your address and get your house plundered Better call Wednesday "four", 'cause your days are numbered Cut the record like lumber, full tilt boogie Odds are on Suffa in the battle, ask your bookie [Chorus: Pressure & Suffa] So what's your name? Suffa MC on the mic tonight Now say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name Pressure MC on the mic tonight Say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name? Suffa MC on the mic tonight Now say word, say what, say it's all right So what's your name Pressure MC on the mic tonight Say word, say what, say it's all right [Scratches: DJ Debris] "Say word"