OOFT (Ponda Baba) - Hilltop Hoods

Yeah, I know who I am and where I stand

I am just a grain of sand getting washed from God’s hands

I am nothing but a lamb in the great expanse

An ape staring into space, so damn insignificant

Primal on the vinyl, I am cro-magnificent

Title after title 'cause I’m programmed different

Dictate a flow that toe-tags dissidents

No, my man, we don’t go ham, listen in

We go Jon Hamm, with the double M, triple threat

Nice day, isn’t it?

Not for workaholics

Open Logic, and work the program like an alcoholic

Man, anybody fucking with P, I’ll beat you like Tyson

Beat Larry Homes out of love for Ali

Suffa MC, tell me now, who wanna suffer?

Want them nuts on your chin like Ponda Baba?

Nuh-uh

Listen, I don’t wanna fall through the cracks

Like some cigarette ash on Scott Storch’s keyboard

So, let me bring it back to these tracks where we snack on these hacks

That’s you all know me for,

ooft

Ooft,

you’ll get bodied in the booth

I’m not worried 'bout a thing that you might say

It goes

ooft,

God almighty, we the truth (Truth)

La-di-da-di-dow-da-de-de-da-di-day

It’s just the way of man, staring up into the great expanse

We’ve been making plans, howling at the moon until the day advance

Taking out the trash, you’re getting put in your place

I keep one foot upon your throat, the other foot in the grave

So kill my vibe, I’m still alright, can’t be stripped of the essence

I’ve hit my strides signified but the vicious intentions

But still they try to vilify and kill the progression

Like a stripper inside a gift I’m tryna live in the present

Ooft, we fight the madness we know

It’s sad your battling my shadow when I’ve survived the baddest of both

Dagger and cloak, bro, I hope you die from gagging on smoke

That’s why I’m pissing on the fire you’ve been fanning your hope

Sometimes I stop and wonder why conjuring something bothers others

They ain’t gonna love you just to love you like Donna Summers

We’re conquerors brother, just drop the gun and don’t be so

Reckless, put down your arms like Ponda Baba

Ooft,

you’ll get bodied in the booth

I’m not worried 'bout a thing that you might say

It goes

ooft, G

od almighty, we the truth (Truth)

La-di-da-di-dow-da-de-de-da-di-day

Ooft,

you’ll get bodied in the booth

I’m not worried 'bout a thing that you might say

It goes

ooft, G

od almighty, we the truth (Truth)

La-di-da-di-dow-da-de-de-da-di-day

«Man, drop it» «Ooft, ooft, ooft

Ooft, ooft—ooft—ooft

Ooft» «This is the beginning» «Ayy—ay—ayy»

«Allow me to show you something» «Now we burn every track»

«Ooft» «What's happened?»

«I've got a different idea»

«Ooft» «Drop that» «Drop it»

«Allow me to show you something» «Ooft»

«What's that?»

«Alright»