Bliss n Eso - Mad Tight lyrics

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It seems, rappers are unhappy with the price
Of the gold card while on this mic
I'm like ice in a cold glass
There's no doubt I man handle a track
And break this bitch down like
Bam Bam with his bat
You players act pussy like Jessica Rabbit
I'ma hit you with some shit to
Get your head in a hammock
I'm that poet burst on that
Park bench to smoke
The only Superman who knows
Clarke Kent's a joke
I fist fuck freedom, I fight for my right
To hit the lab with my pad and
Have the time of my life you're damn right
I've been sparkin up the high state
And fight in the night
With my armoured butterflies but note this


I throw bricks i'm heaven sent throw this
But no shit, my flow's sick I represent so
Drown in my dreams when you look at my eyes
And just bounce to my beat
To prove the boogie's alive

Hey yo
Sydney! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight hey yo
Brissy! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight

You see I dream to be on TV flashing my balls
Throwing it up for my lads
Like graff on the wall
That's why we gotta maintain and
Struggle through the drama
And stay on the rise like bubbles in my lager
But right now you better make some way
For new talent that pretty much
Covers state to state
And, when it's all done
I'll be riding the back
With uncle Sam getting drunk
With my eyes on his cash

While you pursuing the cash bro
I'm doin the mad flows
Spittin more dirty shit than
Players chewing tobacco
Bragging they blast fools and how
They pimp slap hoes
But, I think I'll be less
Bored watching grass grow, arsehole!
I'm not a new face
I know this record shit is big loot race
They asked to see my tour budget
I held up my shoe lace
We could only afford two plane
Tickets and some toothpaste
Hey yo, Eso, help me shove Izm in my suitcase

Hey yo, melbourne! What? What? Your style
Is mad tight your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight
Adelaide! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight

So you co the first record
At the hip hop store
Man that shit was fresh man
But this is sophomore
And I ain't even gotta to ask if you feel us
You know the Bliss n Eso throws
The illest bash in the village
Oh, you know bro, it's those nutty loco kids
Got the crowd bouncing like a sea
Of cats on pogo sticks
We on that next level, dropping turds
Bombing your whole plane
2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane
My lab was built great
Plush leather couches and silk drapes
Try furniture made out of planks
Of wood and milk crates
We both underground blokes
Spitting profound quotes
Sipping the local lager mingling
With the town folk
Just two white boys and a half Arab man
Travel the land in a
Old busted thrash caravan
See hip hop finds us when we feel all lost
So we gonna ride this motherfucker
'til the wheels fall off

Hey yo
Perth! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight hey yo
Tassie! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight hey yo
Canberra! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight
Byron Bay! What? What? Your
Style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight to the rest of the land
Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight your
Style is mad tight