[Verse 1: Bliss, Esoterik]
Man, I've been around the block and I've seen a lot of faces
Made a lot of friends and I've drunk a lot of cases
Oh my, we just take people up
So high, to find faith in the love
Welcome to the old picture house on the hilltop
Midnight movie, screen what my quill jot
It's a chilled spot, a foreign place
And just follow the user, his name is Norman Baits (Yeah)
And he will seat you in my head when I'm performing late
And you can feel how I miss my girl's warm embrace
This is a lonely road, can't ignore the fate
It's what I only know, I was born to make this
Hip-hop freedom until the craving is over
In a land of starving MCs and shady promoters
"Hey Bliss raps for the country", yeah, that's a nifty assumption
Well, it is the green and gold, yeah, the fifties and hundreds
It's like were modern day rap slaves on a crap wage
Splittin' a six pack with ten cats backstage
Sleeping on floors, fast food [?]
Economy class pimps, bitch, piss in a bottle
To read our name on a flyer, yeah, I'ma crack the shits
I need a magnifying glass, this is backwards, Bliss
Like I'ma shit in the shower, and I'ma jump in the shitter
'Cause we're the kids with the powers, but the runts of the litter
And now you cunts are just bitter, 'cause we must crap gold nuggets
Yo, they're digging our shit that we made from no budget
But I'm still selling kicks [?]
Cooped up in the mall, but I keep trucking though hell for this (Come on)
[Chorus 1: Bliss & Esoterik]
Hip-hop movement
There ain't no pit stops [?]
[?] it's a colourful world if you adapt to life
But I can't feel you're real if it's black and white
This is a hip-hop movement
There ain't no pit stops [?]
[?] it's a colourful world if you adapt to life
But I can't feel you're real if it's black and white
[Verse 2: Esoterik]
Yo
Esoterik and Bliss is an intelligent twist
Of life, it strikes, then fights hell with a kiss
Upperclass always look and gimme shit
'Cause I'm a white kid that bounces on a beat like Jimmy Cliff
Singing this, got me high like music was drug
Oh shit, tell 'em why, 'cause I do this for the love
If there's no love cats will kill your marriages
You [?] that chill in chariots
But we're broke and can't afford the fast life
So we flow like hoverboards in halfpipe
I think like I drink: until all the case drunk
In a cold world (Come on), killing the bedbugs
They live in a mansion, I live in a shed, but
When I spit it hits like an infinite head rub
So Grammy's for the gangsters playing the part
One love for my heads that can savour the art
'Cause when I write, I rhyme like a day in the park
And use Mother Nature's ribcage as a harp
And look forward to the future like Sydney in December
And express experience like Jimmy on a bender
Avenger, whole view of looking at shit
See, fame's a fishermen with a hook in your lip
And this is Bliss n Esoterikizm, Suffa and Pressure
You put these motherfuckers together and nothing is fresher
[Scratches: DJ Izm]
"Bliss n Eso" "Suffer for nothing"
"Still gettin' paid from Centrelink and sneaker-shops"
"This is [?]" "Two white dudes"
"Damn right, Bliss n Eso got the fresh numbers"
[Chorus 2: Bliss & Esoterik]
This is hip-hop blues, man
You got a Hitchcock view, and
It's a colourful world if you adapt to life
But I can't feel you're real if it's black and white
This is hip-hop blues, man
You got a Hitchcock view, and
It's a colourful world if you adapt to life
But I can't feel you're real if it's black and white
[Verse 3: Esoterik, Bliss, Bliss & Esoterik]
[?] bliss when you're round us
'cause we built this from the ground up
And it still hits like a town truck
With a steel fist that hasn't found love, mmm
But when he does he remembers what it's like to live in this
World as one, despite our differences
Change is here, and the vision is ours
Within seconds the pavement was littered with flowers
[?], I been rapping since '89, I'm MC [?]
And your shit still ain't even close to so-so
Oh no, did I just fail to pay homage
And not conform to whatever the fuck you say hot is?
You're living off old school props, give it up, fool, you lost
[?] hold you hostage for the gold you rock
It's bullshit, whoop, meditate
It's Bliss n Esoterikizm, fucker, get it straight
[Interlude: [?]]
Rain
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[Chorus 2: Bliss & Esoterik]
This is hip-hop blues, man
You got a Hitchcock view, and
It's a colourful world if you adapt to life
But I can't feel you're real if it's black and white
This is hip-hop blues, man
You got a Hitchcock view, and
It's a colourful world if you adapt to life
But I can't feel you're real if it's black and white
[Outro: Rocky (Mel Blanc)]
Maybe that'll teach ya's
