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 faze us

Cos you don't know shit so, you're on a need to know basis

And 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 bitch and it'll hit you

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 but when I'm up in your face

You're a man of your word; you got nothing to say

I got respect for the scene and love for the place

Where I bled for my dreams and struggled for change

We're still striving on, were still alive and strong

Right or wrong I'd still kill for where I belong

Insightful on the real deal when I write a song

Question, you still feel the vibe I'm on?

I'll have the whole crowd like, oh shit, 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 into a club

Smash through the wall of a pub and burn the bar down

Just burn the bar down, like a disco inferno

MCs aren't 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 fucking roster while

Your crew couldn't even house a foster child

You're flamboyant like Oscar Wilde, I got 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

The skills, the beats to get nice on

Don't need drugs, I get a buzz when the mics on

So hit the floods Suffa like it with the lights on

Hilltop, we're what's left when the vibe's gone