Bliss n Eso, Mind Over Matter - Where The Wild Things Are lyrics

Daddy's home sweetheart
It seems that the dreams for
The children on the block
Has gone from love
To a thug with a million dollar watch
But see I'm talking 'bout
The jungle, the outback, the city I live in
That cunt that'll always bounce back
With a witty dominion
An ill flow like this and a 'still don't
Like pigs' attitude is what I got
I'm flipping, I'm tripping
I'm puffing on pot
So don't even think to sleep on
Me cuz I'm a dodgy mattress
I've figured it out, I'm the
King of the house
I'm a flying flock of axes
I'm going vampire killing with
Stakes in me holsters shooting them down
Ripping the faces off vultures
The trolley's full of goodies for the kids
So rat-a tat tat Big Macka is back
And I'm loading of the dick what up cunt

Are you still with us or what?
Let's make some noise for the
State of Australian hip hop

There's blood and there's guts coming
Out of the speakers
There's fire in my veins and
It's right off the metre
With a fist in the sky I'ma fly like an eagle
Come on, hit me again
Come on, well shit there it is

I'm plugged in, the sound is connected
Rise up, the crowd is electric
A place with Zen good nature
I'm the shore, your 10 foot breakers
It's fun when I'm out and about and
I'm bouncing around in summers naked sun
Naturally high when I breathe
In the breeze and i run full steam through
Mother nature's lungs
I'm ripping and snipping the rhythm like
Izm, my man on the decks
No-one cuts quicker
Let's proclaim ourselves free and make a
Principality like up at Hutt River
Head out the window, the air sings
Howling, tearing through hair pins
It's the crazy rap vocalist
Monster truck maniac motorist
Power up, lock into the socket
Pull a Johnny rocket out my pocket
Ride a lightning comet
I write these sonnets with a spice of comics
Fresh, ripe and honest
I pick up the pieces like
I was a hunter-gatherer inspired by life
Our people leave deep dents up
In the punter barrier

There's blood and there's guts coming
Out of the speakers
There's fire in my veins and
It's right off the metre
With a fist in the sky I'ma fly like an eagle
Come on, hit me again
Come on, well shit there it is

In the search for fame everyone wanna
Be bigger than Kurt Cobain
After he burst his brain and
Left his curtain stained what do ya think?
I think it's bad for them to stare at the sun
Save my soul with a flare and a gun
You can find me on tour nightly
I'll be lightin' up a stick like Hermione
Excuse me miss if I ransack your handbag
Flow so heavy the damn track needs Tampax
I'm so good I spell MOM with an X
And a zillion F's and it's still correct
Tripping in a theme park with a ski mask
This house is where the wild things are
Playing with fire, allude the darkness
Where shooting stars are just moving targets
On the highway to hell with a stronger engine
Grow the fuck up like crops in Nimbin
Big league now, gotta move a little tougher
Take to the plate with a Louisville Slugger
I'm getting drunk with angels to keep
The blood pumping like jumper cables

Mind Over Matter in the building!
You know it!
BNE and MOM knockin it out the park!
Why don't you think outside the box
Like a new born baby!

There's blood and there's guts coming
Out of the speakers
There's fire in my veins and
It's right off the metre
With a fist in the sky I'ma fly like an eagle
Come on, hit me again
Come on, well shit there it is