Bliss n Eso - The Anthem lyrics

Come on, yo yo, yo

Yo, Australia, copy, I'll spill it
You want rap stars?
Well here's the coffee, you smell it
Check your backyard
We rap with no guns, no bullets, no triggers
Still three young guns took over the island
Go figure
Leave 'em so bitter, like Eso with no liquor
(yeah) ho's bicker about whose flow's sicker
But look up little minnows
Do you spot the hawk?
We're above your fuckin' pond
'cause we walk the talk
And every town we hit
We find a army on the same buzz (yeah)
Stole the show, the beer
And your dame's love
So blame us, some bandit's bumpin' out
Are we some heartfelt artists
Or just some drunken louts (drunk cunt)
It's getting rough so I bust with
My crew in the place and you can huff
You can puff till you're blue in the face
When you're in the house
You know when you witness this sound
We're the only cats to blow
And bring this bitch down

This is the anthem to get off your arse
Hit the pub, hit the club
And fill up your glass
Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish
Roasting pigs (how you livin'?) Broke as shit
This is the anthem to get off your arse
Hit the pub, hit the club
And fill up your glass
Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish
Roasting pigs (how you livin'?) Broke as shit

When it comes to how I feel
I'm a book that's ever lasting
I'm a film that runs forever
I'm a crook that wears a class ring
We are shook from all our marching
We cook to stop the starving
You can't see us, but you hear us
Like those kookaburra's laughing
I'm a broke bugger with a bus
Ticket to the promise land
Who clutches the mic
Like the ring in Golem's hand (precious)
I got a plan, to get loose in the booth and
Crack it in one take
And make fans storm the capitals' front gates
I've sipped water with God
He made the sun stop still
Stared me dead in the eyes
Told me money's not real
Took the devil on a date
Shouted her a schooner
But still had my hatchet hidden
I doubt her when the moons up
Staring at the sky like sunflowers
In a lonely paddock
Far away from gunpowder and
Their phoney magic i freak shit on a track
Like lovers under covers
And Bliss 'n' Eso roll like
Brothers from other mothers

This is the anthem to get off your arse
Hit the pub, hit the club
And fill up your glass
Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish
Roasting pigs (how you livin'?) Broke as shit
This is the anthem to get off your arse
Hit the pub, hit the club
And fill up your glass
Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish
Roasting pigs (how you livin'?) Broke as shit

The anthem this is the anthem
"How you livin'"
"And there won't be no backstage party"
" Aussie land" ""