Hilltop Hoods - Working The Mic lyrics

(Verse One-Suffa) Who's f**ing with me, Suffa MC, Tongue like sandpaper, who's rougher than we? We been gone for a while it's been a long cold winter, We back to get this crowd off their feet like back injuries, Raps flaks and similes, acts to hack into me They try bring me down like a Mac had backed into me Back your car into me, fact you can't injure me We back to crack the back of this whacked rap industry These MC's don't wanna, (they don't wanna) mess with me f** that b**h run his mouth its just a Storm in a teacup You whacked as Aussie troops goin to Afghanistan I'm takin' MC's to war f** the friendships and politics End this because my lyrical depth is bottomless We thought you'd forgotten us You wanna fight You couldn't win a battle hypothetically (Verse Two-Pressure) I've had enough of their dissing, And f**ing ambition, There's nothing but wishing, To become all fat when they're undernutritioned Hey they're no loving your listen, You getting bumped in my system, Your chance is hardly as much as an Iraqi becoming a Christian You'll never shine, you can't polish a turd, Your sh** is dope but shove it down your throat to swallow your words I'm sick of copping slander for what I stand for, You're not the man you're just masturbating in your propaganda And got a lot to answer, your sh** don't stink, Think you're ship wont sink, mandate it don't think; That you're large and we're small time, to rob easy small minds, Carrying the heavy weight of their ego on small spines This is rugged raw the head's want nothing more, But others talk politics and swallow dicks like a f**ing who*e So what're they bugging for? Its just hip-hop, love and war Pressure MC, Hilltop Hoods, The lyric Juggernaught