we're bringing it back to the essence and all you australian emcees i love you, but i'm bored
welcome to my wonderful world turn symphonies into a place where the sun doesn't go (home) the beast sweeps the streets where these kids are in a huddle straight up pissin' in a puddle keeping bitches out of bubble feel the rhythm of this struggle
like the captain of the sawmill puttin' patterns in the corn fields after this every town knows that and pumps the merry-go-round smoke but freedom though the pencil "take me drunk, I'm home"
I drink and yell at the bar I have Tinkerbell in a jar I shepherd orphans though graveyards livin' with vampires my thoughts are ready to play cards point blank with the beast my joints stank up the streets so damn your crystal ball i've got a license to drive
we're not trying to be cool but it was probably this crew cause lyrically we killin' it like Kilik from Soul Caliber all aboard the night train first class pass, direct to my brain with a love for the taste without a gun on my waist I sit with Bliss and laugh while you're running that race who grew up with mud on his face if you pass the time hearing this and the glassy-eyed lyricist
gallop through your metro what part you don't get, bro
gallop through your metro what part you don't get, bro
I clambered like a bandit with a band of motherfuckers having fun and booming in I don't know if both vibes these veterans have let us in clever men with feather pens endeavorin' till we severin' she got that right protocol makin' the pay and take me away I see the sight that Frodo saw making love up in your jar
oh no look what I've done she's calling me ignorant well I am Bliss after all so and their clapping and screaming so hoping it's ya'll fault it's like around the clock and to find it's a sure thing the kite is flying the cool string the kids hold this bold vital source wing
we'll chop down the scallywags wallowing rich amongst the diamonds I'm rough with my walloping stick out of the boots you stray looking for the true crusade and we tippy toe over the lake with gems that have slipped this quick emcees on par, buster hear a beacon sea teaching me to seamlessly sequence these bar structure frequencies they don't hear what im hollerin' and it wrecks a hoe though so just snap out of it, bro under the banner of entertainment 'cause I'm sick of all this whinging 'cause I won't wake these fools up
gallop through your metro what part you don't get, bro
gallop through your metro what part you don't get, bro