Debris He's a cut above the rest and that is where he'll be DJ Debris for more than 10 years for more than 10 years hilltop hoods for more than 10
Youa??re so fake, ita??s plain to see who you truly are Looking less like a b-boy, more like a movie star Forget the funk and go look at that disco breaks
She's young, lithe and homely, wise by no means Known one guy she's for his eyes and only He's a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely Separates the pain
and a little gold But in that city, where the ransomed will shine I want a gold one, that's silver lined I've got a mansion just over the hilltop In
of a city I want a mansion a harp and a crown I've got a mansion just over the hilltop... [ organ ] I've got a mansion just over the hilltop...
and a little gold But in that city where the ransomed will shine I want the gold one that's silver lined I've got a mansion just over the hilltop In
High on a hilltop my heart cries, oh Lord Forgive her, she knows not the way And give me the power to believe and some day High on a hilltop together
Well your brain is weary and your manner rough Well OK but that's enough Crazy lights, crazy fights Cotton's on the way hey Walk along sing a song
Terror cleared the skyline and anger clouded judgement, so they spent a thousand nghtimes in the desert fighting something that they couldnt find, that
(feat. Trials) [Sample: x2] "I thought we had Such a good thing going, yeah Now the light you burned Is dying out so slowly" [Pressure:] For starters
[Chorus: x16] "Hillatoppa, Hilla, Hilla, Hillatoppa" [Pressure:] My words ring true, so until the end of the marriage Cutting my neck from my back is
by DJ Debris:] "Classic example of... " - Q-Tip [Pharoahe Monch:] Now, we bring danger to strangers who claim "to defame the crew! " Pharoahe, Hilltop
[Pressure:] Quarter to midnight, a scene of slaughter, I'm in flight Red running water getting caught in the rip tide Cars out of order, man I thought
[Turntablism by DJ Debris] [Suffa:] Duck and cover Cause when you fuck with Suffa it's like the bomb's dropped You spit like Bon Jovi, we spit like Bon
[Chorus:] I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped So if you're "just too fucking
VERSE 1 PRESSURE Shes young, lithe and homely, wise by no means, Known one guy shes for his eyes and only, Hes a lying phony, leaves crying, lonely, Separates
[Pressure:] This will be my last confession This industry can leave harsh impressions I have little faith, forgive me for my past discretions But we live