All On Me

[Intro: Reason]
Yeah, it's "All On Me" with Pegasus
Hilltop Hoods and Layla
Coming for ya, 2002
Rock it

[Verse 1: Pegz]
Brother don't waste time, feel the Suffa bassline
From St Kilda east to Deep Space Nine
Studied to be a funky technician like Marley Marl
Don't get it twisted [?]
I make punanis snarl with my foul sound
You play Polo, I play Pegz solo spellbound
Bow down to the story tellin' king son
Like the metal storm propelling at Big Pun
Rappers sell a mill with mainstream accolades
But never make a true classic like Jack of Spades
I'll rap for days, spot my aura in Torquay
Could desk snatch some of the greatest like [?]
Things get a little easier, ask Biz Mark
Once you learn to understand truth hits hard

[Interlude: Pressure]
Truth hits hard
Hilltop, Layla, Burn crew

[Verse 2: Pressure]
My mind's numb from inhaling all them lies from you jerks
That's why the truth hurts like steppin' to Certified on my crew's turf
Beat biters make me sick, I hate this shit
Hip-hop's everyone's bitch, that's why we got a love-hate relationship
Next to Pressure, y'all went blank, you're just symmetrical
You bein' me's like Elton bein' heterosexual
So while you're sweatin' methanol I'm sweatin' tech electricals
That's why my waistline is measured in mega-decibels
Breakin' down the extra decimal, steppin' forwards
And stamp my mark on your ashes 'cause these rappers are so impressionable
I got time for MCs that's gettin' technical
See I'm an accepted person and it's less exceptional
Sick of diss tracks that these fakers make
When it comes to make or break they couldn't hold it down with a paperweight
Non-believers, I make 'em wait, if they still need proof
Ayy, Layla, it's all on you

[Verse 3: Layla]
So what now, it's on me? Talk about the pressure
I'm gonna take this opportunity to sever
Competitors, fuck The Never Ending Story
I just keep gettin' better and it's hard to abort me
You want my finest? I'll relieve you of your crisis
You can try this, but we'll be the deciphers
At least you know now where to go
To find what Certified is the hypest combo
I came over expectin' a suffering city
Found myself [?] MIDIs
It's a pity we all live interstate
Imagine if we didn't, the produce we could make
But it's all good, no one can get ahead of us
Russell up a goldmine with the Hoods or Pegasus
I'm ready for this much responsibility
I take control 'cause Suffa said it's on me

[Verse 4: Suffa]
Uh, uh
The lyric that I spread's so smooth that Suffa's
Got Fabio saying, "I can't believe it's not butter"
I can't believe you're not better, when you step you get stepped on
Hilltop's the name on honeys lips like Revlon

[Ad-Libs: Suffa & Pressure]
You know what? What?
I'm not recording, man, I'm too tired
What are we gonna do?
Get Debris to do the cuts or something, I don't care
Oi, finish your verse, man! Get back in there
[?]

[Scratches: DJ Debris]