Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hilltop Hoods
Hilltop Hoods
Performer
Matthew Lambert
Matthew Lambert
Rap
Barry Francis
Barry Francis
Performer
Daniel Smith
Daniel Smith
Rap
Nick Lambert
Nick Lambert
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barry Francis
Barry Francis
Composer
Daniel Smith
Daniel Smith
Composer
Steve Cropper
Steve Cropper
Composer
Donald "Duck" Dunn
Donald "Duck" Dunn
Composer
Al Jackson Jr.
Al Jackson Jr.
Composer
Booker T. Jones
Booker T. Jones
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew Lambert
Matthew Lambert
Mixing Engineer
Barry Francis
Barry Francis
Mixing Engineer
Neville Clark
Neville Clark
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers 'Til the day that I die I ain't steppin' aside for one of you! We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers 'Til the day that I die I ain't steppin' aside for one of you! Check When I start breathin' heavily I scar the beat the beat and melody They said that we dreaming we'll keep reaching 'til leavin' heavenly The key to freedoms said to be Release and leave the memory Think you offended me? Please! With critics like these who needs an enemy? Indeed a breed of pedigree beast unleashing speech telepathy Here to bleed the industry of its diseased and evil effigies Demons, thieving, greed and revelry We're in need and seeking remedy But it seems to stay ten feet ahead of me like a centipede I'm a train upon a track I'm a flame upon a match Ain't strayin' from my place I want my face upon the map I'm the weight upon your back I'm a razor on your lap We came to conquer, stage and opera, fade it onto black, now (Hush, hear the voice) So addicted to the (Rush to fill the void), missin' everything we (Love to feel joy), build it up then we (Crush, kill, destroy) We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers 'Til the day that I die I ain't steppin' aside for one of you! We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers 'Til the day that I die I ain't steppin' aside for one of you! Aye, aye, aye, aye I go bananas every time Mind blown, Nirvana, Nevermind They need some ketamine to calm us, harness the darkness every line 'Til I been enlightened I'm leavin' 'em terrified Like Bin Laden been hiding under their bed every night they go beddy-bye Fat as the fattest Federline Fat as that cat post Brittney Madness that is a friend of mine Rappers get mashed so quickly War comes, hear the roar from the raw drums Beat your poor son just from the boredom Jump up, but you're stunned, dumb struck, you're done like Young Buck post Fifty We claw at the morons, and pour on the soothing hooks on heaters Like them pourin' the Boron On core on the shore of Fukushima They adore the recordings and we lording it over them, think we're joking? Then we're going door to door with some Dobermans (Whoo), No DMX, they thinkin' they got me pegged like BMX But ain't seeing T or X Briggs, Hons, Debris or Vents We the best, no Khaled We the best like Ali, (Muhammad) We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers 'Til the day that I die I ain't steppin' aside for one of you! We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers 'Til the day that I die I ain't steppin' aside for one of you! (Rattlin' the keys) (Rattlin' the keys) Rattlin' the keys to the kingdom (Let me tell you what it's all about) (Turn this underground rattling to my kingdom) We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers 'Til the day that I die I ain't steppin' aside for one of you! We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa They claiming they want to, they really don't want to You ain't maiming a monster so don't bother with offers 'Til the day that I die I ain't steppin' aside for one of you!
Writer(s): Stephen Lee Cropper, Booker T. Jr. Jones, Al Jr. Jackson, Donald V. Dunn, Matthew David Lambert, Barry John M. Francis, Daniel Howe Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out