Bliss n Eso - Them Boys lyrics

It's those underground cats who
Know the skills who drove miles to a show
Just to know who's real
Who's flows are ill, who's flows can still
Blow the roof off this bitch, drunk
Stoned or chilled see these kids now days
Think if you're rapping, you're well paid
When they knew nothing I was
Dropping acid in LA but, I'm an Aussie like
Commodore's and Falcons
A head-fuck compared to another boring album
So if you're used to a prison
I know a crew who can kick it
They touch down that rough sound
Without using their fingers
What we do is religious
What you do is a business
You got chicks in your clips
But they're usually mingers
That's right, the life of a cave man
The dirty dog barking who
Writes in the basement
Bro, my crew's unique
After this you'll remember me
We lift kids lids with a
Fix you could never dream
Oh shit, you heard them boys
Raising hell, and making that noise
It goes stand up, hands up
Right in the middle
I said hands up, stand up
It's live and official (uh huh)
Oh shit, you heard them boys (uh huh)
No shit, they bringing that noise
Put 'em up, middle fingers to the system
Cookin' up that shit to
Bring in the resistance

Hypothesis, there ain't a punk
That's stoppin' us
We chargin' through this bitch
Like a drunk rhinoceros
Yeah they poppin' us loud
For this preposterous sound
Ridiculous flow, locking this metropolis down
Sipping a, spitting out my mouth gold flames
Like didn't you know? You're fucking
With the household name
(Syd city's finest) just a couple of letters
We stuck them together
To fuck with you and ruffle some feathers
(suckers)
We be rebels with the hunger to win
And that's why three cheeky devils
Just got under your skin
We're rappin' flavour they tasting
Aggravating the hating
Cause we just shat on the
Scene while captivating the nation
It's the prominent, dominant, hot shit
Bombing 'em
Taking the whole fucking continent hostage
Bliss n Eso! Tearing round the country
Gallivanting, get the whole town chanting

One for the loving two for my people
Three for the feeling that the
Lyrics will leave you
They said that these kids couldn't do it
So make way
We're coming through to stick it to them
Four the the beat and five pumping proudly
Six for the lads in the front getting rowdy
Put em' up, middle fingers to the system
Cooking up that shit to
Bring in the resistance

Oh shit, you heard them boys
Raising hell, and making that noise
It goes stand up, hands up
Right in the middle
I said hands up, stand up
It's live and official (uh huh)
Oh shit, you heard them boys (uh huh)
No shit, they bringing that noise
Put 'em up, middle fingers to the system
Cookin' up that shit to
Bring in the resistance

We need loving
You think a pop song's enough?
They're all Barbie dolls, I'm a Tonka truck
The audio affirmation with a dreamer's torch
And a dog so big, he takes me for walks
So if these kids wanna hide
Then give this a try
Believe half the bullshit and pass
That spliff to the right
Like, could I give a flying rat's arse
Man? Fuck that
'Cause everything they say, bro
Is water off a duck's

We arrived on the scene
Wide-eyed with crooked smiles
They gave us an inch, you damn right
We took a mile we came a long way
This is not a quick swindle
Not bad for a crew without a hit single
Without a video thrashed on Channel V
A band of three who never paid a sample fee
We just do it for the love
That's why the punters know it
So put your fuckin' hands
Up for these underdogs, come on

Oh shit, you heard them boys (uh huh)
Raising hell, and making that noise
It goes stand up, hands up
Right in the middle
I said hands up, stand up
It's live and official (uh huh)
Oh shit, you heard them boys (uh huh)
No shit, they bringing that noise
Put 'em up, middle fingers to the system
Cookin' up that shit to
Bring in the resistance
Oh shit, you heard them boys