Handmade

Lyrics

[Intro: Suffa] Uh Hilltop, man Come on [Verse 1: Suffa] We carve a song from a riff in a '70s track And if it's strong in the mix then we set it in wax We etch words on the papyrus, what's happened? The pattern is so immaculate The back of a Macci fractures and cracks from the impact of it Rummagin' for drums to put in back of it and match with it Hack and then attack in the track, scatter and wraps with it Back in the lab, I know our absence was felt Man, it couldn't be helped, but now we're back from it With hands in the clay, we mix the sand with the paint We take the can and we spray, and your standards won't stand in our way On the land that we lay, we know the lay of the land We take every break and we shape it by hand The cuts in my hands and the lines in my face Are from the cuts and the jams and the lines that I lace That got you up in the stands and to a time and a place When the love took 'em in and we blind to the hate [Chorus: Pressure, Suffa & Pressure, Suffa] This is handmade, tailored for all of the fans' sake No artificial additives are added, just mad breaks No saturated fats, natural made and that way The track's laid, keep you satisfied through the ad break It's handmade, tailored for all of the fans' sake No artificial additives are added, just mad breaks No saturated fats, natural made and that way We keep you satisfied "what you know bout me? I'm a self-made man" (Get 'em, P) [Verse 2: Pressure] We in the kitchen cooking up a storm Fixin' up your supper on the deep frier spittin' and the oven's warm This ain't a buffet food plate past the used date (nah) This is gourmet souffle, quite a few mates Planted our seeds in organic soil Cause some starved for a feed when we leavin' the land of spoil So we worked it and nurtured our hurt through the dirt And went further, gave purpose and birth to it Nothing came expedient, hustle game, belief in it While Suffa was digging for another main ingredient Company hated lunches, gluttony and abundance Debris got the flavour, they hungering for some substance So if you've been starved and you're after the garden-fresh Give your regards to Dazastah the Masterchef You're still hungry, let me ask you world Takin' our time in a fast-food world [Chorus (Extended): Pressure & Suffa] This is handmade, tailored for all of the fans' sake No artificial additives are added, just mad breaks No saturated fats, natural made and that way The track's laid, keep you satisfied through the ad break It's handmade, tailored for all of the fans' sake No artificial additives are added, just mad breaks No saturated fats, natural made and that way We keep you satisfied "what you know bout me? I'm a self-made man" God damn "What you know bout me? I'm a self-made man" "What you know bout me? I'm a self-made man" This is handmade, tailored for all of the fans' sake No artificial additives are added, just mad breaks No saturated fats, natural made and that way The track's laid, keep you satisfied through the ad break It's handmade, tailored for all of the fans' sake No artificial additives are added, just mad breaks No saturated fats, natural made and that way We keep you satisfied