Представляем точный текст композиции "Laying Blame" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hilltop Hoods . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Laying Blame» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Hilltop Hoods передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Hilltop Hoods - "Laying Blame"
Lyrics to Laying Blame : [Verse One: Suffa] I gave birth to half these styles, you should pay me rhyme support Like Billy Jean suing Michael Jackson for child support Rhyme is thought, what is it' Lethal, Damn youll get hurt Cos I XL like the tag on my shirt Ill have these rappers easing back, rhyme with a swagger Feed your girl aphrodisiacs and hide your viagra If pain was diabetes, rhyme would be my insulin Im taking out the insolent in an instant when They bring the rhyme Ill battle if you wanna tussle A single line can turn that fatty matter into muscle You stagnate, while my rhymes circulate like rumours Your living proof that god has a sense of humour Im butter made from the cream that came from the crop Ill move the mountain to Mohammed scream my name from the top And proclaim what I got, boy, so give me headroom These clubs are full of more toys than spoilt kids bedrooms When Im on stage I might lose my breath Cos I got so much heart that theres no room in my chest Left for lungs, yes the bests yet To come, my rhymes like a hand around your neck Constricting your breathing like snakebites and beestings Im all up in these arseholes faces like G-Strings I searched the world for opposition but I fear the Only competition I found was in a mirror [Verse Two: Pressure] When Pressure steps to the batters plate you salivate, known to captivate I have to break new barriers like when a chaste nun masturbates If one more critic asks me what I do, Ill slap them mate And tell them Im a rapper as I strap her up in gaffer tape Loudmouths make me wanna flip MCs only dream they got a grip, and wake up with their hand on their dick Honest, if they ride the nuts I tell the get off me Cos Im unstable like a cradle bridge, so dont cross me Im highly explosive youre a child playing with matches I break rappers you give hairline fractures These actors keep it real' Youre really wak its fact You spit one-liners while I spit the finest chapters Perhaps its time to retire the mic Like the Bulls should have done son, cos no-one wants to be like That anymore, cos nowadays youre taken on a fantasy tour Of coke, guns and gold when theyre actually poor Factually flawed, yet entertaining I guess it how far were willing to go to satisfy a craving Make them swallow their tongues like epileptics Then Ill respect it, I come clean as if my lube was antiseptic So blow me, you still couldnt rhyme fresh Im on a higher level of divineness, so call me your highness Theres only three things that are certain in life Death, taxes and Hilltop Hoods working the mic [ Laying Blame Lyrics ]
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