Bliss N Eso
Mad Tight
yo, check me out right hereyou see, these rappers are unhappywith the price of the gold cardwhile on this mic I'm like ice in a cold glassthere's no doubtI manhandle a trackand break this bitch downlike Bam Bam with his batyou players act pussylike Jessica RabbitI'mma hit you with some shitthat get ya head in a hammockI'm that poet burst on that park bench to smokethe only Superman that knows Clark Kent's a jokea fist fuck freedomI fight for my rightto hit the lab with a padand have the time of my lifeyou're damn right, I been sparkin' up the highstakin' flight in the night Songtextewith my armored butterfliesbut notice I throw bricksI'm heaven sent, broit's no shit, my flow's sick I represent, sodrown in my dreams when you look at my eyesand just bounce to the beatand prove the boogie's alivehey yo, Sydney (what what)your style is mad tightyour style is mad tightyour style is mad tighthey yo, Brissy (what what)your style is mad tightyour style is mad tightyour style is mad tightsee, i dream to be on TV flashin' my ballsthrowin' it up for my ladslike graff on a wallthat's right, we gotta maintainand struggle through the dramaand stay on the riselike bubbles in my lagerbut right nowyou better make some wayfor new talent that pretty muchcovers state to statebut when it's all said and doneI'll be riding the backof Uncle Sam gettin' drunkwith my eyes on his cashwhy you pursuin' the cash, bro?I'm doin' the math flowsspittin' more dirty shitthan players chewin' tobaccoraggin' they glassfulsand how they pimp slap hoesbut I think I'll be less boredwatchin grass grow, assholeI'm not a new faceI know this record shit'sa big loot racethey asked to see my tour budgetI held up my shoelaceyou could only afford two plane tickets and some toothpastehey yo, Eso, help me shove Izm in my suitcasehey yo, Melbourne (what what)your style is mad tightyour style is mad tightyour style is mad tightAdelaide, (what what) your style is mad tightyour style is mad tightyour style is mad tightso you got the first recordat the hip hop storeyeah, that shit was fresh man, but this is sophomore(aw yeah)and I ain't even gotta ask if you feel usyou know that Bliss N Eso throws the illest bash in the villageoh you know, bro it's those nutty loco kidsget the crowd bouncin' likea sea of cats on pogo stickswe on that next leveldroppin' turds, bombin' ya whole plane2008 rap Jonathan Coltranemy lab was built greatplush leather couches and silk drapestry furniture made out of planks of wooden milk crateswe both underground blokesspittin' profound quotessippin' the local lager mingling with the town folkjust two white boysand a half Arab mantravel the land in anold busted thrash caravansee, hip hop finds uswhen we feel all lostso we gon' ride this motherfucker'til the wheels fall offhey yo, Perth (what what)your style is mad tightyour style is mad tightyour style is mad tighthey yo, Tassie (what what)your style is mad tightyour style is mad tightyour style is mad tighthey yo, Canberra (what what)your style is mad tightyour style is mad tightyour style is mad tightByron Bay, (what what)your style is mad tightyour style is mad tight your style is mad tightto the rest of the land your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tightyour style is mad tight (x8)
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