aw yeah, yo
we ain't from life in the gutter
so they don't feel our stuff
what, you like to be stubborn?
what, we ain't real enough?
'cause we white from the suburbs
and we write from a brother's
raw and uncut emotion,
blazin' a mic in the cupboard
you motherfuckers make me laugh
with that ridiculous shit
who brings it like Nickity-split
as wicked as Bliss
see, these ballers see a white boy
start kiddin' and laugh
but I'm like Billy Hoyle
hustlin' Sidney for the cash
and you just talkin' loud,
you an imposter clown
where'd you pick your style up?
the fuckin' lost and found?
gosh it sounds like
you washed it down
and sprinkled it with sugar
just to get your
little career off the ground
they can't stand to watch it
ext to us rock it
you look like Randy Watson
with sexual chocolate
(and we) bet you would cop this
perpetual hot shit
ow you MC's can't blow
with this testicle chop, bitch
two hands on the mic
straight bustin' this ammo
crossing the kings is like
fucking with Pando
throwing rocks at our house
won't crack the glass soldier
we make one hell of a racket
so we smacking back boulders
"hey yo Bliss, you heard
what the message board said?"
o, but I will knock you out
put my nuts on your forehead
take a pic and post it up
when you noticed these three lads
shit, 'cause what's words
when you was served the Bliss teabag
they love me, hate me
eed me, leave me
but I can't stay away
I gave you pieces of my heart
and you just threw them away
so now's the time to tell them all
that I just don't give a fuck
o matter what they throw at us
we're going nowhere but up
okay, this is the moment of truth
are you a Taurus to the art
or is your home in the booth
see, this is my house
I rhyme for the cause
bend spoons with my crew
and cut diamonds with thoughts
then hoon down hills
in wheelbarrows for laughs
I'm Robin Hood on this mic
splitting arrows in half
and they know brick by brick
I built this house
'cause only shit like this
can chill me out
but when I bust my free's
I'm psychotic when I rock it
when I'm on the streets
I got narcotics in my pocket
when I bomb the beat, bro
you cop it like a
dropkick to the face
from the kid in the
cockpit gettin' blazed
it's still B.E.I. and
you can trust me, bro
I'm still sailing the seas
in a rusty boat
I'm still heat on this mic
when I bust my flow
I still chill with Jane
the biggest slut I know
the slave that will serve the king
with a crew this tight
like virgin minge
and in a dark world
I use my rhyming as a light
Bliss N Eso is back
I'm Bruce Almighty on this mic
they love me, hate me
eed me, leave me
but I can't stay away
I gave you pieces of my heart
and you just threw them away
so now's the time to tell them all
that I just don't give a fuck
o matter what they throw at us
we're going nowhere but up
up, up, up... oh oh oh
owhere but up, up, up.... oh oh oh
(hahahaha)
you're damn straight, motherfuckers
Bliss N Eso still up in this bitch
growing them flowers in the pavement
for all you blind motherfuckers
that can't see colors