Yo! well this is smokin'...
The lyrical mechanic hero
And you know (what's that?)
That we serve the people nice
Like reversing evil twice
In a world where your cash
We're gettin' high up in here
See, my rhyme is official
Yeah, we ruined the manners
But we're cool with the grammar
So we got mothers feelin' this
To f**kin' dudes in the slammer
Through the hills in the middles
This is bliss to the eso so
Load up, so let me hear ya
Really bellow okay (okay!)
Flash cash on the neon lights
Pitchin' "we want rights"
I've got the bull by it's horns
I'm preying off this leech
Shockwaves through your hood
When I properly drop this
Doomed to bang in your cockpit
So how you feelin' Bliss?
This veteran's clever, he's
Stringing every letter together
Is not a getter of cheddar
Instead I roll up to the bash
In the f**kin' Nebuchadnezzar
Throw 'em up like Krylons
And we gon' get it crackin'
Through the hills in the middles
This is bliss to the eso so
Load up, so let me hear ya
Really bellow okay (okay!)
Hey yo, I blow Briggs back
I talk smoked out, no doubt
Hey, Steffy's on a Porsche
I break the monotony to pick up
Well, this'll make ya switch lanes quick
Like hittin' Charlie when you're drunk
Just like Rick James, bitch
But wait a second, buster
You don't know me, my brother
You may address me as Gunther
Well if you got it, motherf**ker
I make it hail in matchsticks
And I'm down for the course
And build your spaceship right
Through the hills in the middles
This is bliss to the eso so
Load up, so let me hear ya
Really bellow okay (okay!)
Through the hills in the middles
This is bliss to the eso so
Load up, so let me hear ya
Really bellow okay (okay!)
(Gon' get it crackin' like a party in Zion...)