Artist: Hilltop Hoods f/ Black Thought (The Roots), Lotek Album: Drinking from the Sun Song: Living in Bunkers Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Pressure] When I came, I started like an arsonist to set a flame Mastering this art, I'm everlasting when I pen my name Darker like my letters stained markers on the head of Cain Sharper than a marksman with a target in my centre frame A father, so my red in veins harboured by my said-in name or rather, with my other forefathers and genetic strain If we ain't asking for respect or fame with words as dope as marijuana, though it's hard to take what's said in vein A splinter faction, so we're carving up against the grain Laughing at them grasping over stardom and a sense of claim Hard to hang your head in shame rather than accept the blame Own your hardships, we're only master when we shed the chains Affect the game, cause and effect, check the change Forget your name and not the part of it from where you came Dangerous tracks like a scar where you inject the vein Murdering your martyrs, I'm the harbinger to end the pain [Chorus: Lotek] + (Suffa) Unforgiven, staying hidden like we're living in bunkers whether you're in Sri Lanka or you live in Toronto Dominican or Indian, we're living like hunters whether you're in the Congo or live in Rwanda (What we doing 'Tek?) Staying hidden like we're living in bunkers whether you're in Sri Lanka or you live in Toronto Dominican or Indian, we're living like hunters whether you're in the Congo or live in Rwanda [Suffa] Check, I've got a cache of beats to make 'em get on the floor Ranging from better than yours, to way better than yours The heavy metal supporter leaving competitors floored The most malevolent devil to ever tread on the shore I'm a composer with a grudge ready to settle the score and you supposedly the one to wreck like never before? Please, you a Stooge like you're standing with Iggy So please, bear with me like I'm standing with grizzlies I'm a dark moon rising, bred in the 'burbs I'm for beyond the horizon, ahead of the curve And now your head is on swerve like you're Linda Blair and painted eyes on my eyelids, they think I'm staring Even when I'm sleeping, eye the angles I sleep with demons, dine with angels (Screaming) I'm the last one that you wanna start on I'm sicker than lighting the next one off the last one [Chorus] [Black Thought] Uh, kick it up a little notch, let the heat knock for the number one soul brother next to Pete Rock I'm from the gutter, came out my mother Tariq Trot' Doctor told me I was only human like the beat box I've been sicker than dope fiends in detox and been around plenty time like a G-Shock I ain't doing the kind of dimes my brother Keith got It's Mr. Big Stuff taking Heavy D's spot The same Rik Geezy, my man speak easy Old soul, so ice cold, they can't unfreeze me, listen Streets need me, so I represent my town Two one pound, where they keep enough shots to go around Uh, watch the crown, most underrated None above it, you gotta love it, folks wanna hate it In a P-A-N-A-mera Porsche four-door Headed down town, riding round bumping Wurx' joint [Chorus] [Lotek] We're staying hidden like we're living in bunkers If you living in Tonga, or you living in Russia Sydney city to Nigeria, they're living like hunters whether you're in the Gaza or live in Casablanca