Roll like Sonic the hedgehog
The competition X'ed off, my big mouth seem to find me more Barney Rubble than Bedrock said ""f*ck a desk job""
Next stop: top of the world, we hectos
It's a combination of curse words and clarity
Mixture of vision and vulgarity, middle finger to gravity
Sticking em up, like Lara Bingle on the balcony
What's been ain't shit on what's about to be
So who's next on your guillotine? Illy, M-Phizzle
Drop the bomb, we rock shows not skinny jeans
F*ck what you're saying, what you really mean?
It's Obese, twenty-ten's killer team, marching onto victory
And they say you're only as strong as your crew's weakest link
I move mountains on a day off, part seas when I spit
We raise the bar without even having to blink
My crew be the shit and it's one hell of a stink
And you know, we turn the party out
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
High low far wide east west north south
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
We back, on that, we back, we on that
We back, on that, we back, we on that like
First the underground love, you have a hit and you get hated on
But keep up and at 'em, they'll come back to loving you later on
And I know fate favours the bravest
But anybody taking on M-f*cking-Phazes, laters
No rest for the wicked so I don't sleep
I just don't listen to your Little Bo Peep net whinging
Get in where you fit in and ain't no room
Around here for your kind of punk bitchness
My mish is a surface to airwave, heat seeker endowed
Like a walrus no doubt, going deeper than the drowned
Rock an aura like Rick James bitch, stomp sneakers in your couch
Never been one for feet upon the ground
I'm all for leaps abounds, procedure
The barman's bringing the jugs, chicks bringing their jugs out
Getting down, you can tell by the people in the crowd
That brother we won't leave, we bounce
And you know, we turn the party out
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
High low far wide east west north south
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
We back, on that, we back, we on that
We back, on that, we back, we on that like
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Roll like Sonic the hedgehog
The competition X'ed off, my big mouth seem to find me more Barney Rubble than Bedrock said ""f*ck a desk job""
Next stop: top of the world, we hectos
It's a combination of curse words and clarity
Mixture of vision and vulgarity, middle finger to gravity
Sticking em up, like Lara Bingle on the balcony
What's been ain't shit on what's about to be
So who's next on your guillotine? Illy, M-Phizzle
Drop the bomb, we rock shows not skinny jeans
F*ck what you're saying, what you really mean?
It's Obese, twenty-ten's killer team, marching onto victory
And they say you're only as strong as your crew's weakest link
I move mountains on a day off, part seas when I spit
We raise the bar without even having to blink
My crew be the shit and it's one hell of a stink
And you know, we turn the party out
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
High low far wide east west north south
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
We back, on that, we back, we on that
We back, on that, we back, we on that like
First the underground love, you have a hit and you get hated on
But keep up and at 'em, they'll come back to loving you later on
And I know fate favours the bravest
But anybody taking on M-f*cking-Phazes, laters
No rest for the wicked so I don't sleep
I just don't listen to your Little Bo Peep net whinging
Get in where you fit in and ain't no room
Around here for your kind of punk bitchness
My mish is a surface to airwave, heat seeker endowed
Like a walrus no doubt, going deeper than the drowned
Rock an aura like Rick James bitch, stomp sneakers in your couch
Never been one for feet upon the ground
I'm all for leaps abounds, procedure
The barman's bringing the jugs, chicks bringing their jugs out
Getting down, you can tell by the people in the crowd
That brother we won't leave, we bounce
And you know, we turn the party out
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
High low far wide east west north south
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
We back, on that, we back, we on that
We back, on that, we back, we on that like
The competition X'ed off, my big mouth seem to find me more Barney Rubble than Bedrock said ""f*ck a desk job""
Next stop: top of the world, we hectos
It's a combination of curse words and clarity
Mixture of vision and vulgarity, middle finger to gravity
Sticking em up, like Lara Bingle on the balcony
What's been ain't shit on what's about to be
So who's next on your guillotine? Illy, M-Phizzle
Drop the bomb, we rock shows not skinny jeans
F*ck what you're saying, what you really mean?
It's Obese, twenty-ten's killer team, marching onto victory
And they say you're only as strong as your crew's weakest link
I move mountains on a day off, part seas when I spit
We raise the bar without even having to blink
My crew be the shit and it's one hell of a stink
And you know, we turn the party out
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
High low far wide east west north south
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
We back, on that, we back, we on that
We back, on that, we back, we on that like
First the underground love, you have a hit and you get hated on
But keep up and at 'em, they'll come back to loving you later on
And I know fate favours the bravest
But anybody taking on M-f*cking-Phazes, laters
No rest for the wicked so I don't sleep
I just don't listen to your Little Bo Peep net whinging
Get in where you fit in and ain't no room
Around here for your kind of punk bitchness
My mish is a surface to airwave, heat seeker endowed
Like a walrus no doubt, going deeper than the drowned
Rock an aura like Rick James bitch, stomp sneakers in your couch
Never been one for feet upon the ground
I'm all for leaps abounds, procedure
The barman's bringing the jugs, chicks bringing their jugs out
Getting down, you can tell by the people in the crowd
That brother we won't leave, we bounce
And you know, we turn the party out
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
High low far wide east west north south
Is hip-hop in the house? Without a doubt
We back, on that, we back, we on that
We back, on that, we back, we on that like
Writer: Alasdair Murray, Mark Landon, Sean Windsor
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Hipgnosis Songs Group