Pegz, Hilltop Hoods - This is for Life lyrics

Damn, I'ma be old and dirty
Fat and bald by thirty
And by seventy, definitely, cold and scurvy
Sinking my gums into life or
Anything as it comes i think I've succumbed
Got the drinker thinking I'm young
You take a father of four to
Make a pass at your daughter tried to rap
Spat my dentures in a glass of water
It's gonna be sad, holding into wanna be fads
But, I ain't full of shit
(nope) that's my colostomy bag
Rocking shows at retirement homes
This trendy geezer don't know when to quit
Like a smoker with emphysema
(I've had amnesia) forgetting tracks
With my thoughts relaying
(It ain't a seizure) I'm body
Rocking in my walking frame
Down to be the last standing
Ain't no boundaries


Ayo Pegz, it's your shout for a round of tea
I'll have 'em breathing at the bar
The static gripped to my mic
In chrome-rimmed wheel chairs singing
"This is for life!"

This is for life
This is a long term membership
This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship
This is for life
Popping wheel chairs off the curb
As the world turns a thirty-three and a third
This is for life
This is a long term membership
This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship
This is for life
Popping wheel chairs off the curb
As the world turns a thirty-three and a third

Yeah until I got false teeth
Till my beard is grey
With a fat chain and gold plated hearing aid
Kids on the streets think
I'm weird and strange
At the bowls club old ladies cheer my name
This is for life
Making beats for my grand kids
Still using MPCs and sampling
Digging in the crates for Aretha Franklin
With a Honda jet pack and keys to my mansion
Keep the passion, dropping the promo
Fans in the front row, popping the 'no doze'
Suffa's got a comb-over rocking a Volvo
And still getting love like a pocket of mojo
Oh, no, rocking at the RSL
Debris on the deck spitting hard as hell
My man Pressure at the bar nearly passing out
With a security guard trying to calm him down
This is for life
Brothers need to heed the lessons
Pegz and Hilltops bring the preconceptions

"Rippin the microphone till
I'm motherfuckin' sixty"

This is for life
This is a long term membership
This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship
This is for life
Popping wheel chairs off the curb
As the world turns a thirty-three and a third
This is for life
This is a long term membership
This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship
This is for life
Popping wheel chairs off the curb
As the world turns a thirty-three and a third

Until I'm on a pension with dentures
I'm still gonna flip tracks
Till I'm popping Viagra like they're Tic Tacs
Until my teeth are in a
Glass on the window pane
It's Suffa MC - the host of your bingo game
88 that's two fat ladies from '88 till I'm 88
Can't fade the greats
We'll still be hard rhymers
With Debris on the decks trying
To scratch with arthritis
We'll be old timers
Cold rhymers with Alzheimer's we'll be bald
Blind as fifty year old coal miners
With a suit on
Filling prescriptions with a coupon
Telling kids I used to hike with no shoes on
For 3 hours through the rain and snow
Just to make it to the club
So we could claim the show
Till they drained the flow from
My piece with a catheter
I rap with a spectacular
Home-grown vernacular

This is for life
This is a long term membership
This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship
This is for life
Popping wheel chairs off the curb
As the world turns a thirty-three and a third
This is for life
This is a long term membership
This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship
This is for life
Popping wheel chairs off the curb
As the world turns a thirty-three and a third

"Rippin the microphone till
I'm motherfuckin' sixty"