Chris Thompson - Obese Lowlifes Restrung lyrics

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Chris Thompson - Obese Lowlifes Restrung lyrics

[Verse 1: Mystro] Well I'm the one to bring the funk although my armpit's not stinking And I'm known to hold flows like the gla** you drop drinking Never crawled man I started off limping Plus I rock a fella like I know the art of parking lot pimping yeah You people know of Mys, the one whose flow's crazy And is so gravy that it should come with a bowl of rice The NBS with the Hilltop Hoods Make B-Boys and Girls break quicker than real soft wood, let's go [Verse 2: Pressure] I never hit on a girl, at least with no hand Girls are like serving time but time waits on no man Got nothing on women so I spread love on the rhythm And get you out your seat quicker than corrupt politicians And I'm on the brink, man it makes me stop and think I don't drink till I drop, 'cause I think I might drop my drink Think you're more, than us? We believe in war Trust me your nothing I ain't seen before [Chorus: Mystro, MC Pressure & Suffa] And from the bottom to the top of the deck to everybody I met I got a lot of respect, but still I'm such a lowlife Yeah, but so obese with it, I'm such a lowlife Yeah, but so obese with it [Verse 3: Braintax] With one pen too high to overextend In dreamland with freedom starting again With foresight thrive on the magic of life And five fingers plus a mic make sick sh**, Braintax [f**] Tony Blair like I hate George Bush Another seven day week, you ready for the push? Through the eight million stories that you can't write down Start again from the top, come on people bounce [Verse 4: Suffa] Man all these pollies in power are cowards so it's only fair That I hate John Howard like I hate Tony Blair And I croon like Tony Bennet in a rental tux Experimental cuts, with the Brando Flux and Mys Diggy (Mys Diggy) No one's as fly as these kings I'll leave you beside yourself like Siamese twins We're so deep, so nice, so full of promise But obese, lowlifes man what woman would want us? We're like some hooded up bombers out storming the yard We're going large like a junkie out pawning his car This is the core of the art, and it's all from the heart This music put your life together when it's falling apart [Chorus: Mystro, MC Pressure & Suffa] And from the bottom to the top of the deck to everybody I met I got a lot of respect, but still I'm such a lowlife Yeah, but so obese with it, I'm such a lowlife Yeah, but so obese with it [Scratches: DJ Debris]

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