Without a Doubt
Roll like Sonic the hedgehog//
the competition X'ed off. my big mouth seem to find me more Barney Rubble than Bedrock//
said fuck a deskjob//
next stop top of the world, we hectos//
its a combination of curse words and clarity//
mixture of vision and vulgarity, middle finger to gravity//
sticking em up, like Lara Bingle on the balcony//
whats been aint shit on whats about to be//
so who's next on the guillotine?//
illy, m-phizzle drop the bomb, we rock shows not skinny jeans//
fuck what you're saying, what you really mean?//
its obese 2010's killer team, marching onto victory, and the say//
you're only as strong as your crews weakest link//
i move mountains on a day off, part seas when i spit//
we raise the bar, without even having to blink//
my crew be the shit, and its one hell of a stink//
and you know, we turn the party out//
is hiphop in the house? without a doubt//
high low far wide east west north south//
is hiphop in the house? without a doubt//
we back, on that, we back, we on that//
we back, on that, we back, we on that like//
First the underground love you have a hit and you get hated on//
but keep up and at em theyl come back to loving you later on//
and i know fate favours the bravest//
but anybody taking on m fucking phazes, laters//
no rest for the wicked so i don't sleep i just don't listen to your little bo peep net whinging//
get in where you fit in//
and aint no room around here for that kind of punk bitchness//
my mish is a surface to airwave heatseeker endowed//
like a walrus no doubt hitting deeper than the drowned//
rock an aura like rick james bitch, stomp sneakers in your couhc//
never been one with feet left on the ground//
im all for leaps abounds, procedure//
the barmans bringing the jugs, chicks bringing their jugs out//
getting down, you can tell by the people in the crowd/
that brother we wont leave, we bounce//
and you know, we turn the party out//
is hiphop in the house? without a doubt//
high low far wide east west north south//
is hiphop in the house? without a doubt//
we back, on that, we back, we on that//
we back, on that, we back, we on that like//
the competition X'ed off. my big mouth seem to find me more Barney Rubble than Bedrock//
said fuck a deskjob//
next stop top of the world, we hectos//
its a combination of curse words and clarity//
mixture of vision and vulgarity, middle finger to gravity//
sticking em up, like Lara Bingle on the balcony//
whats been aint shit on whats about to be//
so who's next on the guillotine?//
illy, m-phizzle drop the bomb, we rock shows not skinny jeans//
fuck what you're saying, what you really mean?//
its obese 2010's killer team, marching onto victory, and the say//
you're only as strong as your crews weakest link//
i move mountains on a day off, part seas when i spit//
we raise the bar, without even having to blink//
my crew be the shit, and its one hell of a stink//
and you know, we turn the party out//
is hiphop in the house? without a doubt//
high low far wide east west north south//
is hiphop in the house? without a doubt//
we back, on that, we back, we on that//
we back, on that, we back, we on that like//
First the underground love you have a hit and you get hated on//
but keep up and at em theyl come back to loving you later on//
and i know fate favours the bravest//
but anybody taking on m fucking phazes, laters//
no rest for the wicked so i don't sleep i just don't listen to your little bo peep net whinging//
get in where you fit in//
and aint no room around here for that kind of punk bitchness//
my mish is a surface to airwave heatseeker endowed//
like a walrus no doubt hitting deeper than the drowned//
rock an aura like rick james bitch, stomp sneakers in your couhc//
never been one with feet left on the ground//
im all for leaps abounds, procedure//
the barmans bringing the jugs, chicks bringing their jugs out//
getting down, you can tell by the people in the crowd/
that brother we wont leave, we bounce//
and you know, we turn the party out//
is hiphop in the house? without a doubt//
high low far wide east west north south//
is hiphop in the house? without a doubt//
we back, on that, we back, we on that//
we back, on that, we back, we on that like//
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Landon, Sean David Windsor, Alasdair David George Murray
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