@Chris-1664 I thought they were coming to america, cunt... which would be cool. Also, good looking on the swift reply. We got the fucking internet explorer of online retorts over here.
Overview Lyrics Listen Artists Main results Duck and cover, cos when you fuck with Suffa it's like the bombs dropped You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott We got it on lock, deadlock, non-stop, head-nod Even when the song stop Step in the cipher and it's danger I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber And he don't fuck around, we've gained such renown For this state of the art custom sound For them custom built rappers with under skilled narratives The good die young, me and Suff are still bad with this Rhyme style it's lethal, prime time the sequel Aint got a single fan just like minded people I told you from the start, I'm a soldier of the art Effortless, take every breathe and hold it to your heart With Debris and my brother Suffa, so watch another sucker run for cover It's the return of the motherfucking motherfuckers I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know (How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid) I don't give a goddamn (on the shows you did) (How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid) I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know (How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid) Mr. Debris (blow the horns on 'em, not now but right now) Obsessive compulsive, repulsive, insulting Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin Assaulting the system, a system that's broken The cistern is broken, the shit is just floating I spit till your open underground P-Dela-Ressure and he don't fuck around Now Album number five, worked hard to earn that No doubt it was a fight, too far to turn back I step in the sun, take the weather however it comes Although I'm a second son I'm second to none Lesson is done, what goes around comes around Suffa's down, and he don't fuck around The Hood spits the news like Wolf Blitzer, crews Fear the pit bull in the pulpit, yo it's the World War Three in a whisper - the Mr Suffa And Mr Pressure, we rips it rougher, we spits it fresher I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know (How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid) I don't give a goddamn (on the shows you did) (How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid) Your nemesis on verses, the desperate and worthless Try and flame the name we can wrestle in a furnace Never came half-hearted, never came last started Everyday like it's my last till my craft's mastered And we can get it on I'm at peace with myself cause there's a piece of myself in every song I don't just write rhymes, I spent a life time building A life line accommodating night times children And now they love the sound, play me with a Gravyspitter and he don't fuck around Ain't no stepping to me Cos P and Suffa bad mutha's like Treacherous Three So feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat You feel your hearts weak cos still you can't beat The Hills and aren't we just still too rugged? I can feel you love it, we the real blue blooded I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know (How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid) I don't give a goddamn (on the shows you did) (How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid) I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know (How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid) Mr. Debris (blow the horns on 'em, not now but right now)
My son was born to this song
Godlike.
He don't fuck around
The return of the Hoods, missed you guys heaps
from 2009 mate lol
They never went anywhere 😂
Their new album came out over a year ago and they toured for it! I actually went here in Melbourne.
lolol
You are the best singers ever
Obsessive compulsive, repulsive, insulting, offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin!!
Genius!
Classic!
YESS!!!! 🙌🙌🙌
Australians have these kind of people to flex about for there country
Yeh we do
Another banger 👌
Holy fuck I am so hype right naow. Is this really happening?
from 2009 mate lol
@Chris-1664 I thought they were coming to america, cunt... which would be cool. Also, good looking on the swift reply. We got the fucking internet explorer of online retorts over here.
@@FieldCommandNapoleonOfficialyep, they’re a bit late 😂
It is
this is from the state of the art album released in 2009, its not new ay
Overview
Lyrics
Listen
Artists
Main results
Duck and cover, cos when you fuck with Suffa it's like the bombs dropped
You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon Scott
We got it on lock, deadlock, non-stop, head-nod
Even when the song stop
Step in the cipher and it's danger
I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber
And he don't fuck around, we've gained such renown
For this state of the art custom sound
For them custom built rappers with under skilled narratives
The good die young, me and Suff are still bad with this
Rhyme style it's lethal, prime time the sequel
Aint got a single fan just like minded people
I told you from the start, I'm a soldier of the art
Effortless, take every breathe and hold it to your heart
With Debris and my brother Suffa, so watch another sucker run for cover
It's the return of the motherfucking motherfuckers
I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know
(How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid)
I don't give a goddamn (on the shows you did)
(How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid)
I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know
(How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid)
Mr. Debris (blow the horns on 'em, not now but right now)
Obsessive compulsive, repulsive, insulting
Offensive like feeding a vegan some dolphin
Assaulting the system, a system that's broken
The cistern is broken, the shit is just floating
I spit till your open underground
P-Dela-Ressure and he don't fuck around
Now Album number five, worked hard to earn that
No doubt it was a fight, too far to turn back
I step in the sun, take the weather however it comes
Although I'm a second son I'm second to none
Lesson is done, what goes around comes around
Suffa's down, and he don't fuck around
The Hood spits the news like Wolf Blitzer, crews
Fear the pit bull in the pulpit, yo it's the
World War Three in a whisper - the Mr Suffa
And Mr Pressure, we rips it rougher, we spits it fresher
I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know
(How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid)
I don't give a goddamn (on the shows you did)
(How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid)
Your nemesis on verses, the desperate and worthless
Try and flame the name we can wrestle in a furnace
Never came half-hearted, never came last started
Everyday like it's my last till my craft's mastered
And we can get it on
I'm at peace with myself cause there's a piece of myself in every song
I don't just write rhymes, I spent a life time building
A life line accommodating night times children
And now they love the sound, play me with a
Gravyspitter and he don't fuck around
Ain't no stepping to me
Cos P and Suffa bad mutha's like Treacherous Three
So feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat
You feel your hearts weak cos still you can't beat
The Hills and aren't we just still too rugged?
I can feel you love it, we the real blue blooded
I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know
(How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid)
I don't give a goddamn (on the shows you did)
(How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid)
I don't give a goddamn, listen, I don't know
(How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid)
Mr. Debris (blow the horns on 'em, not now but right now)
About time u guys back into it !!!
from 2009 mate lol
If you like them actually support them by following their releases 😂
@@thearmchairjournalist566 LMAOOO
a foto do clipe é muito estranha
Why did this get re-dropped but I guess the real question is what happend to here comes the girls from the calling
I’m honestly really thinking at this rate I’m probably going to do the same as Ronald and Micheal
Australia New 2022
No 😂😂😂
It’s over 14 years old now 😮