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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hilltop Hoods
Performer
Dan Sultan
Vocals
Matthew Lambert
Vocals
Barry Francis
DJ
Daniel Smith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Lambert
Composer
Barry Francis
Composer
Daniel Smith
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Suffa
Producer
Matthew Lambert
Mixing Engineer
Barry Francis
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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 eye
Lids wide open like the wings of a butterfly
I sing for my supper, I dance round the ring
And run rings around these other guys
When it's crunch time I won't be undermined
But won't throw a punch, I'm talkin' 'bout fuckin' rhyme
[Verse 2]
High jab with another line
Mouthguard 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, you can tell by the way I say alumni
Suffer crush you, stutter step, I duck down left
Then send you lullabies
We're machetes to you butter knives
Hell, I'm ready 'cause that bloody eye is
The window to your soul and, bro
I'm pullin' down your shutters, I've
[Verse 3]
I've never been scared of life
Won't watch it pass me by from my bed
And I've never felt so alive
And my eyes have never looked so dead
And some of you might step but that's by the by
Man, we can watch the whole world crumble
Now just loosen your neck from side to side
Then rumble, young man, rumble
Young man, rumble
Young man, rumble
[Verse 4]
Rumble
[Verse 5]
They sing out the masses, each round of classes
Every swing, downed and damaged brings out the savage
The ring sounds, I'm cling-bound and bandaged
Which brings round only those things mouthed in madness
Got me on the ropes, it's gone beyond a joke
Corner a lion, no law of confinement will stop me from your throat
Provokin' 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 try to throw a blow, these hacks ain't fightin' toe to toe
It ain't for lack of tryin', it's just 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, ain't givin' it up
Let 'em come, let 'em fall down now
Said it once, said it all round town
I get it done, Della gonna get 'em hung
When I come, better run, better haul out south
[Verse 6]
I've never been scared of life
Won't watch it pass me by from my bed
And I've never felt so alive
And my eyes have never looked so dead
And some of you might step but that's by the by
Man, we can watch the whole world crumble
Now just loosen your neck from side to side
Then rumble, young man, rumble
Young man, rumble
Young man, rumble
[Verse 7]
Ooh, I'm bouncin' on my toes like
Bouncin' on my toes like
Bouncin' on my toes like let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Bouncin' on my toes like
Whoa, I'm bouncin' on my toes like
Bouncin' on my toes like, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
[Verse 8]
I've never been scared of life
Won't watch it pass me by from my bed
And I've never felt so alive
And my eyes have never looked so dead
And some of you might step but that's by the by
Man, we can watch the whole world crumble
Now just loosen your neck from side to side
Then rumble, young man, rumble
Young man, rumble
[Verse 9]
Bouncin' on my toes like
Bouncin' on my toes like
Bouncin' on my toes like, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Written by: Barry Francis, Daniel Smith, Matthew Lambert