Bliss N Eso - Mad Tight lyrics

yo, check me out right here you see, these rappers are unhappy with the price of the gold card while on this mic I'm like ice in a cold gla** there's no doubt I manhandle a track and break this b**h down like Bam Bam with his bat you players act p**y like Jessica Rabbit I'mma hit you with some sh** that get ya head in a hammock I'm that poet burst on that park bench to smoke the only Superman that knows Clark Kent's a joke a fist f** freedom I fight for my right to hit the lab with a pad and have the time of my life you're damn right, I been sparkin' up the highs takin' flight in the night with my armored bu*terflies but notice I throw bricks I'm heaven sent, bro it's no sh**, my flow's sick I represent, so drown in my dreams when you look at my eyes and just bounce to the beat and prove the boogie's alive hey yo, Sydney (what what) your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight hey yo, Brissy (what what) your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight see, i dream to be on TV flashin' my balls throwin' it up for my lads like graff on a wall that's right, we gotta maintain and struggle through the drama and stay on the rise like bubbles in my lager but right now you better make some way for new talent that pretty much covers state to state but when it's all said and done I'll be riding the back of Uncle Sam gettin' drunk with my eyes on his cash why you pursuin' the cash, bro? I'm doin' the math flows spittin' more dirty sh** than players chewin' tobacco raggin' they gla**fuls and how they pimp slap hoes but I think I'll be less bored watchin gra** grow, a**hole I'm not a new face I know this record sh**'s a big loot race they asked to see my tour budget I held up my shoelace you could only afford two plane tickets and some toothpaste hey yo, Eso, help me shove Izm in my suitcase hey yo, Melbourne (what what) your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight Adelaide, (what what) your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight so you got the first record at the hip hop store yeah, that sh** was fresh man, but this is soph*more (aw yeah) and I ain't even gotta ask if you feel us you know that Bliss N Eso throws the illest bash in the village oh you know, bro it's those nutty loco kids get the crowd bouncin' like a sea of cats on pogo sticks we on that next level droppin' turds, bombin' ya whole plane 2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane my lab was built great plush leather couches and silk drapes try furniture made out of planks of wooden milk crates we both underground blokes spittin' profound quotes sippin' the local lager mingling with the town folk just two white boys and a half Arab man travel the land in an old busted thrash caravan see, hip hop finds us when we feel all lost so we gon' ride this motherf**er 'til the wheels fall off hey yo, Perth (what what) your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight hey yo, Ta**ie (what what) your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight hey yo, Canberra (what what) your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight Byron Bay, (what what) your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight to the rest of the land your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight your style is mad tight (x8)