[Verse 1: Pressure] It's the next chapter, where's all my heads at? You slept at the fact that we crept back to Set factors straight, the only dead rappers Are penned at the papes of no cred actors Those haters, no you don't fade us You don't know [sh**], so you're on a need to know basis For those gracious folk with no status I made this flow for you, no your own name is Not a part of the bigger picture, listen it's the Middle finger that you put up in a fixture Life's a [b**h] and it'll hit ya If I could pimp women like I do words I'd be living literature Hip Hop's a circus act, this is absurd but fact One critic or cynic for every that learned to rap One lyric with gimmick for every with purpose that Furthered rap culture round the earth and back But some diss when I'm up in your face You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say I got respect for my scene and love for the place Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change We're still striving on, we're still alive and strong Right or wrong I'd still k** for where I belong Insightful on the real deal when I write a song Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on? [Hook] If you feel the vibe (That beautiful sound I'm loving) So if you feel the vibe (When you freak to the beat) So if you feel the vibe (That beautiful sound I'm loving) So if you feel the vibe (It's Mr. Suffa) (Emcee) Oi Suff, you in there? [Verse 2: Suffa] I had the whole crowd like, 'oh [sh**]', that's right I said it I'll be like, da, da, da, da, roll like the credits Two of the best to ever edit poetics It be the three headed beast from Obese come to set it Off, Hilltop in the place, "sir just calm down" Spit fire on stage and burn your bar down You hear it bumping in clubs you turn your car round You hear it pumping in pubs you buy the bar a round Pump it up in your car; turn your car to a club (Smash through the wall of a pub) and burn the bar down (Just burn the bar down), like a disco inferno (MC's are the only thing we burn though) I'm the arsonist like Rakim is So ask your kids who the number one artist is Obese got the mad [f**ing] roster while (Your crew couldn't even) house a foster child! You're flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I gots to smile When you panic on stage like you lost a child "Where's Benny?", Benny's across the road watching Hilltop Cos they got the flow the hills have still got Funk, the sk**s, the beats to get nice on Don't need d**, I get a buzz when the mic's on So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on Hilltop, we're what's left when the vibe's gone [Outro] If you feel the vibe (That beautiful sound I'm loving) So if you feel the vibe (When you freak to the beat) So if you feel the vibe (That beautiful sound I'm loving) So if you feel the vibe (R-O-U-G-H-E-R, Rougher)