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The Nosebleed Section
(专辑: The Calling - 2003)
For my people in the
front In the
nosebleed section [Verse One Suffa] This is for the
headsets loving the
mix, My people in the
front, all covered in spit, Batters in the
box, (oww) Suffa to pitch, (what?) Hilltop Hoods, all up in this bitch, And we the
funk leaders, punks you can't beat us, We bump and pump meters, we drunk you chumps need us, So jump with us, down in the
front if it's, (If it's your flavour) your flavour come get drunk with us, (woo). This life turned out nothing like I
had planned, why not? By now I
should've had some land, Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand, But I
got nothing, (nothing,) I
write rhymes on the
bus, I
keep suffering; (suffering), fuck the
lines of the
dust, You keep sniffing, that shit is for the
punk hoes, This shit is for my bros, my people in the
front row. [Verse Two Suffa] I
got hip-hop taste buds, I
wanna hear that bass when I
make love, I
wanna hear some lyrics when I
wake up, Write rhymes to get me through a
break up, bitch! Rough like whisky straight, no chaser, Went through fifty breaks, no flavour, Till I
found this one, and made the, Bass hook with the
drum, my saviour, This is the
comeback, tongue that's sharp like a
thumbtack, It's so tight James is saying give my funk back, One track, eight track, a-dat, residual Noise, man fuck that, we clean with the
digital, Toys I'm the
Apache, you're failing to match me, Throw your hands in the
air like you're hailing a
taxi, And move to the
funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro? This is for my peeps and the
freaks in the
front row. [Verse Three Suffa] People don't complain if Suffa's in here, And you're in the
front row, all covered in beer, And club owners don't say 'the place is wrecked it's your fault', (uh uh), If the
roof is on fire it's an electrical fault, (woo), Man I
bet you all bolt, when I
bring it live Like Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I, Gets live on the
breaks son, like pace one, Lads, if you're heading to the
bar grab your mates one, Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey, I
got like half a
mill in monopoly money, There's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand, We can lay on the
beach and count grains of sand, Or take a
plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia, Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadafi a
Dinner date, followed by a
funk show, (uhh,) We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the
front row. You know, I
looked around, the
faces I'd know, I
fell in love with the
people in the
front row. You know, I
looked around, the
faces I'd know, I
fell in love with the
people in the
front row. Put me here, and I'm all yours, Not for the
money and it's not for the
applause, no oh no no no It's for the
nosebleed section. You know, I
looked around, the
faces I'd know, I
fell in love with the
people in the
front row. You know, I
looked around, the
faces I'd know, I
fell in love with the
people in the
front row.
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