Hilltop Hoods The Underground song lyrics

1: Suffa

We went from spitting jams to fifty fans in a little cramped room

A shoebox you couldn't fit a shoe in to touring

Switzerland with my man in a minivan

Being the man of the minute can happen in a minute man

And it's funny, I've seen buddies that I trust turn away

‘cause money can't buy you love but it can earn you hate

And none of you gave a fuck till the movement went large

Now every crew is making music, every dude has got bars

Now every half ass bar fly up in the bar rhymes

We sit about, spitting ‘bout the dark and the hard times

But got perspective on the fighting for the crowns and such

When we encountered and old pal who had been down on his luck

In some volleys pushing trolleys eating soup from a tin

My girls like golly, man these pollies aren't improving a thing

Well swap your worries for some bolly, swap your suit for some wings

And fly with us, we light it up and it's a beautiful thing

it exploded, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground

it exploded, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground

2: Classified

That's where I started at, the days of Walkman's and starter hats

The open mic nights mastering the art of rap

We man made, underground like an artefact

We don't need to worry when the market crash

I'm from the bottom, bottom of new Scotland

Planted all my seeds watered them then watched it blossom

Then they try to tell me over time we'd be forgotten, rotten

Thinking that you're gonna keep me boxed in? Nonsense

Hilltop and Class rock till your noggins nodding

You can walk in my shoes but never fit in my jeans

I do this with no option till my body's old and rotten and exhausted, keep it going ‘cause I'm living my dream

till the grave we'll spit the pain and, when it comes to picture painting

We might be the illest rated with the visuals illustrated

That's ill communication, therapy for life without the rehabilitation, keep waiting I'm about to blow up

it exploded, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground

it exploded, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground

3: Pressure

We about to blow it up, but we all started this as amateur

Carving out a path was a hardship for the traveller

It said that raps a façade, you'll never manage it

In these parts, I guess it's our scars that give us character

We misfits and slackers, at risk kids or hackers

With a wish list, sick of doing six shifts at Macca's

From listeners to rappers, prestigious to hapless

I don't need a gift to know that this shit is backwards

When done officially another visionary

Will lights the flame, write their name in their sweat?

It's got a symphony, fuck the industry, let them come we're the ones carving history

So we rhyme for the hurt and poor, hard work and for

International, heard applaud to local suburban tour

Ya'll gave a purpose for the roar when the curtains draw

Furthermore ask yourself what you're searching for?

Im about to blow up

The underground

4: Solo

Follow me to a place I like to go

Liner notes are signposts to find that which lies below

Born in eighty eight so I came in late

To find for the first time in life I felt right at home

Through the growing pains and hostile take overs

People trying to put us down like Beethoven

We stayed strong and remained focused

Until they had no other choice but to stand up and take notice

Never thought what I wrote on a page back in the day

Would ever have me catching a plane

Or rapping up on a stage

Staring out at the crowd in amazement

Thinking back on the days when

We were confined to the limitations of the basement

The subterranean kids became the main event

I pay respect to those who spent days laying foundations

Countdown to detonation

it exploded, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground

it exploded, The underground, they say it's gonna happen, the underground