H Is For… - Hilltop Hoods

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f- 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

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The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f- 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

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The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

Hilltop, yeah

I’m feeling like I’m MJ singing about Billie Jean

Lighting up the city street with every step that I take, you feeling me?

Silly me, I thought we all wanted each other to win but

I’m starting to think the ugliest things, the buddies I’m with, the

People I’m 'round wanna cut that, cut that tall tree down

Holding me down, but fuck that, fuck that, get another shelf for the trophy

lounge

I would never joke-joke around, I’m sorry but everybody that

Wanted smoke is now b-bodied, and b-b-b-broken down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, show me you palms, join up your thumbs

Take both your index fingers, and point up at the sun

('H' is for 'Hilltop') The 'H' is for 'Hilltop', yell the name

P Della maing, got more props than propeller planes

These cellophane rappers, you colourful but see-through

Fuck 'em all, I’ll beat you butterballs the colour of a beetroot

And I ain’t a tough guy, I’m a tired guy, I lost my

Patience, either way man I’m dangerous, the 'H' is…

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

I’m

Puttin' wraps on the chapter, been amassin' a stature

For comin' back with the rapture 'cause I call my home wherever I roam on the

cracked alabaster

I’m that flabbergasted by the fans and the passionate minds of the masses I

captured

Y’all ain’t fucking' with us from dust unto dust till I’m ash in a casket

We wandered a path into time, ain’t trod this far just to find

I could be forgotten in body or heart and the mind, won’t stop till they martyr

my dyin'

Hittin' rock bottoms just part of the climb, chasin' a wanderin' star and it’s

shine

And I’d rather do it harder than be another lost to the art of the rhyme, I’m

Tryna honour the discipline, find solace to live within

It’s constant conditionin', keepin' my focus, rappers thinkin' they’re woke

just poppin' a Ritalin

So fuck a popular hit and then, sell it off any cost at a minimum

It’s not I got a problem with listenin', just ain’t buyin' it, cognitive

dissidence

I came in the door, no fame or accord, I scraped and I clawed

By grace of the Lord fell straight on my sword, my name on the wall in the face

of the law

In peace we anticipatin' for war, no sedatin' the force of the rage in my core

I was never in doubt so I say it out loud, you know by now what the 'H' is for…

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'