Представляем точный текст композиции "Tolerance Levels" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Hilltop Hoods . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Tolerance Levels» — 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 - "Tolerance Levels"
Lyrics to Tolerance Levels : (feat. Mass MC and Fatface) [Verse 1: Mass MC] I conversate to all MCs with my double jointed tongue Slapping, fuck ya wack rapping Taking-a-bite-out-of-ya-mix and best mic just happening Youre lacking in persona While I throw lyric bombardments to your crew in every corner I discharge a mad flow thatll stop dogs from barking Snap your leg bones so you can use disabled parking Give you unimaginable meanings to the word fucking Your raps mean nothing, I get your grandma to cook me muffins Move in so I can hide eggs in the neighbours ceiling In plastic bags next to the cocaine and Bruce Lee key rings You MCs are still teething, intriguing Before the battle pleading, after that your heads are bleeding Miraculous flows with raggedy clothes, my trademark Overweight but Ill still move fast, on any beat thats hard You claiming to be battle MCs with tight flows and integrity' Blow me, you mother fuckers are far from scary [Verse 2: Pressure] Pressure MC, get with me, from Adelaide to Sydney This be dedicated to MCs that struck out but still yelling hit me! With their gimmicks and imagery, this isnt ability They barely stand on their own two, I got infinite stability The difference admittedly is minimally in your favour The thinnest paper, while I got the flavour to stimulate ya Censors and integrate the presence in every sentence So I harness life essence and kept my blessings as lessons My tolerance overloads, MCs are over-exposed Cant get over themselves like females cant get over clothes Hip-hop is overdosed like here we over rose this distortion now Every arsehole got an opinion - but its mainly shit talking I break new ground while many fall short of the high land, they tir-an Missed the point like saying its that way to a blind man Fucked if Im a by-stand while my cultures choking fast My tolerance is wearing thin, man they treading on broken glass [Chorus: x2] Why, why Tell me why-y Tell me why these MCs try-y-y [Verse 3: Suffa] Im reaching the threshold of my tolerance level... Cause you might... Weather the storm but you cant stand the rain boy Gets played like a game boy Ill make you FUCKING SUFFER like my name boy Hey boy, what you got there' Is that a microphone' Well twos company so why not leave me and the mic alone' Fighting clones, shit they lack, Im walking on their grave when Alone on this mic so no one else is on my wavelength Gave strength to the weak, gave breath to the breathless You can take it to the street but its like playing in asbestos Test us, like you holier than thou, lose control of ya bounce Pack up your suitcase and fold up your blouse We all in the house, like home-arrest, Im known to stress So show your best flow and lets see my next rhyme blow your chest Open like a surgeons scalpel, Ill leave you hurt and doubtful Of your words cause this is murder in a mouthful Suffa bring disaster from within, hear the laughter from my kin Ill leave you with the Hoods logo plastered, crafted in your skin Step and bust, but realise theres no stopping us So watch your whole crew get fucked, like my dick was filled with Phosphorus [Chorus x2] [Verse 4: Fatface] Ive been busting raps since the days of fat laces Theres a lot of new rappers, but theyre not Fatfaces Theyre disgraces, they could never be compared to me (Like are they really that bad') Well Im prepared to see Ill be at their stage show, waiting in the front row And if they try and diss Im gonna stop their flow Like cholesterol in the arteries and shit in the S bend Ill rattle their whole crew and scull back the west end Im destined to be known, for ripping the microphone Try and bite like a clone, thatll never be condoned Ive shown some restraint, but now Ive reached the edge Of my tolerance level, so its you Im gonna sledge I pledge allegiance to Australia, Im a true aussie rhymer Mate your raps stink more, than a prostitutes vagina I find your accents laughable to say the least Youre far from honour with a life betting on junior treats fool [Verse 5: DJ Debris] Tell me why Im sick of misfits, Im sick of twits Im sick of internet gits that choke a microphone, miss From gargling piss, of their message board buddies They should be writing real raps, instead of uni studies Im throwing stubbies, in the general direction They can only battle us, when they pass our introspection Neglection, is the sole reason for this fake fate When the quality of life depends on board rate And E-mates, whos reality revolves around Incoming attachments and mp3 sounds They think theyre bound, for infinite glory But have got a multiple choice, perspective on this story (One) They go back to where they came from (Two) They study explosives then drop bombs (Three) They learn to stand up, fight and terrify (Bitch) They look me in the eye and tell me why [Chorus x2] [ Tolerance Levels Lyrics ]
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