Hilltop Hoods - The Blue Blooded lyrics

We have a whole lot of superstars
On this stage here tonight
And I want you to know one thing, this is

Hilltop, that's where the blood runs
Thick, it's where kings bury there loved ones
Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun
From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run
So quick, there's kids in the park waiting
These are my poison diaries like Mark Latham
So start hating
Though you know in your heart
We've been owning this art since
Our flow in the park

You can't serve me like Serena and Venus
Comparatively I leave you looking
Like the machinist
Cats know they've been hit
When I spike the mic level
And draw blood like intravenous
Without a pencil I'm hell bent
Leave dents in the condenser
You can tell when
Mortar's been in the booth to rhyme
I don't scratch vinyl
I scratch up the mic with my canines

Mr Trials, young ladies jump in the sack
I never kiss and tell instead
I fuck it and brag
I'm an angry drunk when I'm grabbing a rum
And scull shots till we fall from
Grace like Eric Clapton's son
Check, south of the country, west of the city
Chip into that kitty if we're going to
Be drinking until the skank pretty
Will he attack? When he snap
Got the track like bring it back
Hear him rap? Isn't that Funkoars?
You can find us staggered in a cypher
Turning human traffic to a five car pile up
We leave them all for dead
I used to think big till it killed L, Pun
Smalls and Kev like bad move
Got you looking like you're
Eavesdropping the devil
And T set the theme to send them to hell
Bet on it, you're never better
I tell them again
Seddy bury every adversary he put against

Fresh off the boat with
An impressive approach
To writing rhymes like pressing your throat
The unquestionable dopeness, and oh yes
It's the one and only
In the house like the gun is on me
Got you gronks saying "blimey he's clever
He's brighter than that sun in
The shiniest of weather"
Girls you want diamonds forever? Ha, well
Throw your hymens the sky if
You feel the vibe

None of gravities properties are on top of me
Can't hold me back from taking
A stab like Chopper Read can't hold me back
I'm back around again like stalkers
My mic holds a force like
A sword or a tomahawk
To Conan, walking with no man now
'Cause you freeze when you spit
Like a snowmans mouth
Arouse with every word
First you've got to know this
We don't belong together like
Rove and showbiz

And we what? - Run with crew
Whose what? - Blood is blue
Through life's - Fucking zoo
And we might - Come for you
And we what? - Run with crew
Whose what? - Blood is blue
Through life's - Fucking zoo
And we might - Come for you

The saga begin, RPM drama again
My lung burn, dangerous carcinogen
Starving like Stalin in parliament
In Prague again in camouflage targeting
In Rock Creek Park, carve terror in the bark
Blueprint, build pyramids in the dark
The blood run deep, renegade creep
Hilltop connect bro, centigrade heat

Muph, some give me shit for my name
But, I don't give a shit
About you shit for brains
Been a long while so I know the game
It's more about music than
Your clothing range
We're here to overtake, setting the standard
Obese crew, we're the devilish family
Stand on stage accepting a Grammy
For the most incredible rapping
Since edible panties
Unforgettable pansies in a flickering fit
Knickers in a twist in a spiral of shit
Undeniable gift with decipherable spit's
My fireball pit will burn you Muppets
True rugged, blue blooded dignitary
Crews love it when we do something visionary
Move up never lose touch, living ready
This is the hard road cargo hitting heavy

Robby Balboa bless the text
Deliver you ticket to death
Rivers of rhythm ripping the flesh
Triple your bets on the primitive pest
Selling sick smut from the cinema steps
It begins with a breath
A kid killing his pets
Just sitting in debt when I'm feeling a wreck
Life's a bitch and so we're wringing her neck
Fuck a metro in a pink shirt
Cos we're kicking the set

The Funkoars and the Hilltop, yes
We still rocking it
And I ain't going near your bill
Unless we fuckin' toppin' it
I drink till I'm all over
The shop like barcodes
And as far as rap goes
I've mastered my flows
Certified and we back again to wreak havoc
With these pads and pens
So understand my friend
We about to take over just like Hov spit it
To the most gifted
Get them glasses up and toast with us

Pressure MC, born with a mechanical mind
The talent of rhyme
Instinctual like animal kind
Now I flow with the best
From East Coast to the West
We live in the flesh like my
Raps sewn in your chest
You can't fathom the dopest flow
Amateurs don't you know
What ever happened to a good
Old fashioned broken nose?
Don't become a casualty of my faculty
Damn I got spine but you'll never
See the back of me

And we what? - Run with crew
Whose what? - Blood is blue
Through life's - Fucking zoo
And we might - Come for you
And we what? - Run with crew
Whose what? - Blood is blue
Through life's - Fucking zoo
And we might - Come for you