Texty: Hilltop Hoods. Common Streets.
[Chorus:]
It's all the same
Regardless of your rep or your name
Rappers walking in the rain
Try'na state their claim
(I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain)
There's much to be gained with the money and fame
(It's like that)
I feel the power when I hear it in the streets
(It's like rap)
Used to be about the lyrics and beats
(Behind that)
Then turned my rythm to commercialism
And now this strip is a prison for us to walk common streets
[Verse 1: Pressure] [has minor pauses throughout]
Now if my flesh is weak
My passion is my shield
And my strength is my speech
In which I'll make men yeild
Cos in the field of expertise
Man you rappers flex with ease
Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these
With a joint or a bottle and a picturing posing crew
The only thing I learned is I can only trust a chosen few
I got respect for my crew and love for my home
Never claimed to create a throne from the use of microphones
(Just let me rise)
While all you critics claiming minor skies
Penetrating your fagan as you look into my eyes
And my surmise will be the day that hip-hop dies
Or at least until the day the mass of boys stop telling lies
With every step more of your faith
Companies supporting any and every
Breath or laugh I take
Makes me gag in nauzia
It's just the asthma...
It's chokin' me, vocally
Provokin' me to live with frustation with words, but locally
Cos globally I'm fucked, if you ever notice me
So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with pro(???) to see
Cos sometimes, the people just don't want to let go
Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo
But hold it now
Who said we're walking common streets?
You just kept robbing them beats, hip-hop got stolen, foul
Some lost their creativy and our sense of what is humble
Ali threw in the gloves so now I'm rumblin' in the jungle
Don't you worry cos them punks will fall off figures
Time's our only shackle
You lost that love I feel, you fall but I'm fine, but crackles
And only time he's able to heal the wounds
That was open from much choking the community and food bag
Cos Hypicrits, contradicting shit, every bit of it
I've heard more to say from dads to their children that be illiterate
I just hung my head in my hands and kept, working on the beats
But now we're walking foreign lands, maybe one day common streets
[Chorus]
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?
Seem's I'm in a dream as I walk through this outside
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?
Looks like we're leaving to the people walking by
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the vibe?
Looks like we're leaving to the people walking, by
It's all the same
Regardless of your rep or your name
Rappers walking in the rain
Try'na state their claim
(I can take the weight, I just hate the back pain)
There's much to be gained with the money and fame
(It's like that)
I feel the power when I hear it in the streets
(It's like rap)
Used to be about the lyrics and beats
(Behind that)
Then turned my rythm to commercialism
And now this strip is a prison for us to walk common streets
[Verse 1: Pressure] [has minor pauses throughout]
Now if my flesh is weak
My passion is my shield
And my strength is my speech
In which I'll make men yeild
Cos in the field of expertise
Man you rappers flex with ease
Using hip-hop as gimmicks in which to gain sex with these
With a joint or a bottle and a picturing posing crew
The only thing I learned is I can only trust a chosen few
I got respect for my crew and love for my home
Never claimed to create a throne from the use of microphones
(Just let me rise)
While all you critics claiming minor skies
Penetrating your fagan as you look into my eyes
And my surmise will be the day that hip-hop dies
Or at least until the day the mass of boys stop telling lies
With every step more of your faith
Companies supporting any and every
Breath or laugh I take
Makes me gag in nauzia
It's just the asthma...
It's chokin' me, vocally
Provokin' me to live with frustation with words, but locally
Cos globally I'm fucked, if you ever notice me
So I cling to what I got and rock the spot with pro(???) to see
Cos sometimes, the people just don't want to let go
Now put that mic down before you get crushed like Thredbo
But hold it now
Who said we're walking common streets?
You just kept robbing them beats, hip-hop got stolen, foul
Some lost their creativy and our sense of what is humble
Ali threw in the gloves so now I'm rumblin' in the jungle
Don't you worry cos them punks will fall off figures
Time's our only shackle
You lost that love I feel, you fall but I'm fine, but crackles
And only time he's able to heal the wounds
That was open from much choking the community and food bag
Cos Hypicrits, contradicting shit, every bit of it
I've heard more to say from dads to their children that be illiterate
I just hung my head in my hands and kept, working on the beats
But now we're walking foreign lands, maybe one day common streets
[Chorus]
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?
Seem's I'm in a dream as I walk through this outside
Can you feel it? Can you feel the vibe?
Looks like we're leaving to the people walking by
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the vibe?
Looks like we're leaving to the people walking, by