Suffa - Distortion lyrics
[Verse 1 - Pressure] So many onlookers witness vibes, but never live that life So how they gonna start to run their mouths and criticise About this culture that we give our lives Rap's a who*e that's written, tried so many washed up sounds on any given tide Openly B-Boy's sympathise, but never live tonight They couldn't give a f** whether this rap culture will live or die The common question given's 'Why?', I looked at different skies See that it's the same fate that will face seas and glittering eyes From all these distorted views, so called 'important news' Headlines endorsing crews, but really mate, fu*k what they thought of you Busting your gut for poor reviews, to open doors and muse So people talk of you like Waterview to discard you like a who*e that's used Get sore and bruised with not much more to lose, dignity torn in two The ma**ive bill you've thought it through, fought, tries all life - they scorn at you You've seen the publics point of views, built on distorted news Stereotyped to the point they don't know who they're talking to [Hook - Pressure (+Suffa)] (A B-Boy, the force in my soul is sonic) "Distortion, distortion" (A B-Boy, the force in my soul is sonic) "Distortion, distortion" I hear the beat (Hear the beat) I feel the vibe (Feel the vibe) I smell the sweat (Smell the sweat) I see the pride (See the pride) Get to taste (Get to taste) Fame and fortune (Fame and fortune) There lies uncluttered (Uncluttered) By "Distortion" [Verse 2 - Pressure] I'm an Aussie B-Boy! Yeah just another decoy Sent to un-fill my world so they can destroy The deep foundations that we employed Yet steady being devoid of propaganda that many seem to enjoy Helpless, selfless careers take a path, although they're faint in heart The media attention they receives enough to make a star The image kindly faces stark, although they're fake in heart Laying so much sh** they never stagger, it's time to take a path Then they make the chart, but they'll never take the heart From a fabled art, too many B-Boy's awake and smart And even in my waking mark, the first negate the last But I swear on d**h that you won't ever catch me faking arse Public opinions aim to spark, only flame my heart And wash over this culture like sulphur, over tainted gla** Despite the grip of hate is fast in this sedated gra** Strangling the life from hip-hop so let's make it last [Hook] [Scratches/Samples by DJ Debris 'til fade]