(Bliss)
we aint from life in the gutter, so they dont feel our stuff
what you like to be stubborn? what we aint real enough
cuz we white from the suburbs and we write from a brother's
raw and uncut emotionblazin' a mic in the cupboard
you m************ make me laugh with that ridiculous s***
who brings it like nick-ity-split, as wicked at this?
see these ballers see a white boy, star kiddin' n laugh
but im like billy hoyle hustlin' sidney for cash
and you just talkin loud, you an imposter clown
where'd you pick your style up? the f*****' lost and found
gosh it sounds like youwashed it down
and sprinkled it with sugar just to get your little career off the ground
they cant stand to watch it, next to us rock it
you look like Randy Watson with s**ual Chocolate
bet you would cop this perpetual hot s***
now you emcees cant blow with this t******* chop b****
two hands on the mic straight bustin this ammo
crossin the kings is like f***** with Pando
throwin rocks at our house wont crack the glass soldier
we make one hell of a racket, so we smaking back boulders
"hey yo bliss you heard what the message board said?"
No but I will smack you out, put my nuts on your forehead
take a pic and post it up when you nerds diss 3 lads
s*** cuz what words, when you were served a bliss tea bag?
(Hook)
they love me, hate me, need me, leave me, but i cant stay away
i gave you pieces of my heart and you just threw them away
so nows the time to show them all that i just dont give a f***
no matter what they throw at us we goin nowhere but up
(Eso)
ok this is the moment of truth
are you a tourist to the mic or is your home in the booth?
see this is my house, i rhyme for the cause
bend spoons with my crew and cut diamonds with thoughts
the hoon down hills in wheelbarrows for laughs
im Robin Hood on this mic, splittin arrows in half
and they know brick by brick i built this house
cos only s*** like this can chill me out
but when i bust my frees i'm psychotic when i rock it
when i'm on the streets i got narcotics in my pocket
when i bomb the beat bro you cop it like a drop kick to the face
from the kid in the c***pit gettin blazed
its still B.E.I and you can trust me bro
i still sail these seas in a rusty boat
i'm still heat on this mic when i bust my flow
i still chill with jane the biggest s*** i know
the slave that'll serve the king
with a crew thats tight like virgin minge
and in a dark world i use my rhymin as a light
Bliss n Eso is back, i'm Bruce Almighty with this mic
(hook)
up up up
oh oh oh
nowhere but up
up up up
oh oh oh
ha ha ha ha
ya d*** straight m************, bliss n eso are still up in this b****
showin the flowers in the pavement for all you m************ that cant see colours
we aint from life in the gutter, so they dont feel our stuff
what you like to be stubborn? what we aint real enough
cuz we white from the suburbs and we write from a brother's
raw and uncut emotionblazin' a mic in the cupboard
you m************ make me laugh with that ridiculous s***
who brings it like nick-ity-split, as wicked at this?
see these ballers see a white boy, star kiddin' n laugh
but im like billy hoyle hustlin' sidney for cash
and you just talkin loud, you an imposter clown
where'd you pick your style up? the f*****' lost and found
gosh it sounds like youwashed it down
and sprinkled it with sugar just to get your little career off the ground
they cant stand to watch it, next to us rock it
you look like Randy Watson with s**ual Chocolate
bet you would cop this perpetual hot s***
now you emcees cant blow with this t******* chop b****
two hands on the mic straight bustin this ammo
crossin the kings is like f***** with Pando
throwin rocks at our house wont crack the glass soldier
we make one hell of a racket, so we smaking back boulders
"hey yo bliss you heard what the message board said?"
No but I will smack you out, put my nuts on your forehead
take a pic and post it up when you nerds diss 3 lads
s*** cuz what words, when you were served a bliss tea bag?
(Hook)
they love me, hate me, need me, leave me, but i cant stay away
i gave you pieces of my heart and you just threw them away
so nows the time to show them all that i just dont give a f***
no matter what they throw at us we goin nowhere but up
(Eso)
ok this is the moment of truth
are you a tourist to the mic or is your home in the booth?
see this is my house, i rhyme for the cause
bend spoons with my crew and cut diamonds with thoughts
the hoon down hills in wheelbarrows for laughs
im Robin Hood on this mic, splittin arrows in half
and they know brick by brick i built this house
cos only s*** like this can chill me out
but when i bust my frees i'm psychotic when i rock it
when i'm on the streets i got narcotics in my pocket
when i bomb the beat bro you cop it like a drop kick to the face
from the kid in the c***pit gettin blazed
its still B.E.I and you can trust me bro
i still sail these seas in a rusty boat
i'm still heat on this mic when i bust my flow
i still chill with jane the biggest s*** i know
the slave that'll serve the king
with a crew thats tight like virgin minge
and in a dark world i use my rhymin as a light
Bliss n Eso is back, i'm Bruce Almighty with this mic
(hook)
up up up
oh oh oh
nowhere but up
up up up
oh oh oh
ha ha ha ha
ya d*** straight m************, bliss n eso are still up in this b****
showin the flowers in the pavement for all you m************ that cant see colours