Bliss n Eso - Gorilla Militia lyrics
[Bliss n Eso - Gorilla Militia lyrics]
Aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here
I'ma lay it down like this, yo
We didn't rush shit
Kick back and bubbled slow
Didn't suck dick, hit gas and rumbled roads
Now, can you hear this magic grumble bro?
We move like the drums
Tic tac and bumped a toe
Spit facts with swift raps untouchable
With syntax to bitch slap a slumber (ho)
With impact to hit past a Hubble probe
Spin back to flip massive summer shows
(one, two, three, four)
Ill tunes, trip acid undertones
Filled rooms that sit past
The country's coast
What if after this batch the bubble blows?
Lord knows where the chit-chat
And mumble's stowed
Thrust in the ringmaster's Thunderdome
Sniff crack with big cats with Wonder Dough
But through all the mish mash, I wonder, bro
With that shit, I predict tragic troubles so
I bring it back to this
Patch and drummers know
Make peace to whiplash a punter's dome
And pitch black with knick-knacks
I fumble flow to fit tracks and this
Cracks the puzzle's code and in fact
Since slick chaps have bummed me clothes
We're trailblazin' a lit path
By jungle's glow
So with a spliff packed with crumble drow
I sit back in the Bliss bachelor bungalow
Direct from the shit shack at Lover's Grove
I sit back with a six pack and punch a cone
'Cause this lad will bring back a bucket-load
Of raw thick hash and zigzags on buffaloes
I twist raps, I flip raps, you fuckin' know
So kick back, Big Macka's comin' home
No rich rags
I kick back so it's touch and go
(one, two, three, four)
So splish splash, click clack
Let's bust a flow
"Aw yeah"
Yo, when I start to get busy
I'm off from Sin City
There's no turning back once
Macka's on the track
I'm like Jack Frost with a
Heatwave of new shit (one, two, three, four)
So back off as I reclaim this music
Yo, I'ma tell it how it is
This is BEI and I ain't sellin' out for shit
So now you know who spit's the raw sound
And taught these kids how to
Kick the door down
Arrows in the air, run for cover
This world loves hatin' as
The young may suffer
It's like there's a huge hunt for butter
But, funny thing is we end up
Trying to hunt each other stop shooting
"Crank this bitch"
I'ma lay it down like this, yo
We didn't rush shit
Kick back and bubbled slow
Didn't suck dick, hit gas and rumbled roads
Now, can you hear this magic grumble bro?
We move like the drums
Tic tac and bumped a toe
Spit facts with swift raps untouchable
With syntax to bitch slap a slumber (ho)
With impact to hit past a Hubble probe
Spin back to flip massive summer shows
(one, two, three, four)
Ill tunes, trip acid undertones
Filled rooms that sit past
The country's coast
What if after this batch the bubble blows?
Lord knows where the chit-chat
And mumble's stowed
Thrust in the ringmaster's Thunderdome
Sniff crack with big cats with Wonder Dough
But through all the mish mash, I wonder, bro
With that shit, I predict tragic troubles so
I bring it back to this
Patch and drummers know
Make peace to whiplash a punter's dome
And pitch black with knick-knacks
I fumble flow to fit tracks and this
Cracks the puzzle's code and in fact
Since slick chaps have bummed me clothes
We're trailblazin' a lit path
By jungle's glow
So with a spliff packed with crumble drow
I sit back in the Bliss bachelor bungalow
Direct from the shit shack at Lover's Grove
I sit back with a six pack and punch a cone
'Cause this lad will bring back a bucket-load
Of raw thick hash and zigzags on buffaloes
I twist raps, I flip raps, you fuckin' know
So kick back, Big Macka's comin' home
No rich rags
I kick back so it's touch and go
(one, two, three, four)
So splish splash, click clack
Let's bust a flow
"Aw yeah"
Yo, when I start to get busy
I'm off from Sin City
There's no turning back once
Macka's on the track
I'm like Jack Frost with a
Heatwave of new shit (one, two, three, four)
So back off as I reclaim this music
Yo, I'ma tell it how it is
This is BEI and I ain't sellin' out for shit
So now you know who spit's the raw sound
And taught these kids how to
Kick the door down
Arrows in the air, run for cover
This world loves hatin' as
The young may suffer
It's like there's a huge hunt for butter
But, funny thing is we end up
Trying to hunt each other stop shooting
"Crank this bitch"