Artist: Hilltop Hoods Album: Drinking from the Sun Song: Rattling the Keys to the Kingdom Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Chorus 2X] We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster, so don't bother with offers Till the day that I die, I ain't stepping aside for one of you [Pressure] Check, when I start breathing heavily, I scar the beat and melody They said that we're dreaming, we'll keep reaching till we're leaving heavenly The key to freedom's said to be, release and leave the memory Think you offended me? Please, with critics like these, who needs an enemy? Indeed a breed of pedigree, beast unleashing speech telepathy Here to bleed to industry of its diseased and evil effigy Demons, thieving, greed and revelry, we in need and seeking remedy But it seems to stay ten feet ahead of me like a centipede I'm a train upon a track, I'm a flame upon a match Ain't straying from my place, I want my face upon the map I'm the weight upon your back, I'm a razor on your lap We came to conquer stage and opera, fade it onto black Now hush, hear the voice So addicted to the rush to fill the void Dismissing everything, we love to feel joy Build it up, then we crush, kill, destroy [Chorus 2X] [Suffa] Ay, ay, ay, ay I go bananas every time, mind blown, Nirvana, Nevermind They need some ketamine to calm us, harness the darkness every line Till I've been enlightened, I'm leaving 'em terrified like Bin Laden been hiding under their bed every night they go beddy-bye Fat as the fattest Federline, fat as that cat post-Britney Madness, that is a friend of mine, rappers get mashed so quickly War comes, hear the roar from the raw drums, beat your poor son just from the boredom Jump up, but you're stunned, dumbstruck, you're done like Young Buck post-Fifty We claw at the morons, and pour on the soothing hooks on heaters like them pouring the Boron on the core on the shore of Fukushima They adore the recordings and we lording it over them Think we're joking? Then we're going door to door with some Dobermans (Woof!) No DMX They thinking they got me pegged like BMX, but ain't seeing T or X Briggs, Hons, Debris or Vents, we the best, no Khaled We the best like Ali, Muhammad [Chorus 2X] [Pressure] Rattling the keys Rattling the keys Rattling the keys to the kingdom "Let me tell you what it's all about" - Posdunos "Turn this underground rap thing to my kingdom" - Guru [Chorus 2X]