[Verse 1: Suffa]
He got me so mad, I'll jump through the buckle, I'll
Hurt him so bad, cut the bone through the knuckle. I
Don't give a fuck, if I can't see cut my eyelids wide open
like the (wings of a butterfly)
I'll sing for my supper, I
Dance round the ring and run rings round these other guys
When it's crunch time, I won't be undermined
But won't throw a punch, I'm talking about fucking rhyme
High jab with another line
Mouth-guard in, but I still got my tongue in my cheek
My speech so unrefined, make my own mother cry
'He ain't no son of mine', ain't no alumni
Can tell by the way I say alumni
So for crushers starters, step down, left hands sing you lullabies
With machetes to your butter knives,
hell I'm ready cause them bloody eyes
The window to your soul, and bro, I'm pulling down your shutters
[Hook: Dan Sultan]
I've never been scared of life, so watch them pass by from my friend[?]
And I've never felt so alive, and my eyes have never looked so dead
And tell me you might step bout the by to by[?]
And we can watch the whole world crumble
Now just loosen your neck from side to side
And rumble, young man. Rumble young man, rumble
Young man, rumble!
Rumble...
[Verse 2: Pressure]
You sing out the masses
Each round of clashes
Every swing down of damage
Brings out the savage
The ring sounds, clings round a bandage[?]
What brings round, only thing stings now's the madness
Got me on the rope, caught me on a choke
Corner aligned, the [?] to stop me from your throat
Provoking the beast, my blood boils
The notion of peace in such toil
Is the face of hopeless defeat
Shrug off a glance, switch stance, throw one in advance
Succumb to the dance, romance, the blood on our hands
Rappers tryna throw but bro
These hacks ain't fighting toe to toe
It ain't for lack of trying, it's that they die and won't let go
It takes a particular touch
The way to deliver a punch
If the game isn't vicious enough
Then we play to the haters, aren't giving it up
Let 'em come, let 'em fall down now
Said it once and went all round town[?]
Get 'em done, get a dealer hung[?]
When I come better run
Better haul ass out!
[Hook: Dan Sultan]
I've never been scared of life, so watch them pass by from my friend[?]
And I've never felt so alive, and my eyes have never looked so dead
And tell me you might step bout the by to by[?]
And we can watch the whole world crumble
Now just loosen your neck from side to side
And rumble, young man. Rumble young man, rumble
Young man, rumble!
(Bridge)
Bouncing on my toes like
Bouncing on my toes like
Bouncing on my toes like
Lets go, Lets go, Lets go!
[Hook: Dan Sultan]
I've never been scared of life, so watch them pass by from my friend[?]
And I've never felt so alive, and my eyes have never looked so dead
And tell me you might step bout the by to by[?]
And we can watch the whole world crumble
Now just loosen your neck from side to side
And rumble, young man. Rumble young man, rumble
Young man, rumble!
Rumble...
Bouncing on my toes like
Bouncing on my toes like
Bouncing on my toes like
Lets go, Lets go, Lets go!
compositores: Matthew Lambert,Daniel Smith,Barry Francis
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