M-Phazes - Mad Tight (Phazed Out) lyrics

[Ad-lib: Eso] Y-y-y-yyyyo check me out right here [Verse 1: Eso] It seems, rappers are unhappy with the price of a gold card While on this mic, I'm like ice in a cold gla** There's no doubt I man handle a track And break this b**h down like Bam Bam with his bat You players act p**y like Jessica Rabbit I'ma hit you with some sh** to get your head in a hammock I'm that poet burst on that park bench to smoke The only Superman who knows Clarke Kent's a joke I fist f** freedom, I fight for my right To hit the lab with my pad and have the time of my life You're damn right, I've been sparking up the high state And fight in the night with my armoured bu*terflies But note this, I throw bricks. I'm heaven sent throw this But no sh**, my flow's sick I represent so Drown in my dreams when you look at my eyes And just bounce to my beat to prove the boogie's alive [Hook 1: Eso] 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 [Verse 2: Eso] You see I dream to be on TV flashing my balls Throwing it up for my lads like graff on the wall That's why 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 And, when it's all done, I'll be riding the back With uncle Sam getting drunk, with my eyes on his cash [Verse 3: Bliss] While you pursuing the cash bro, I'm doing the mad flows Spitting more dirty sh** than players chewing tobacco Bragging they blast fools and how they pimp slap hoes But I think I'll be less bored watching gra** grow, arsehole! I'm not a new face, I know this record sh** is big loot race They asked to see my tour budget, I held up my shoe lace We could only afford two plane tickets and some toothpaste Hey yo, Eso, help me shove Izm in my suitcase [Hook 2: Eso] 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 [Verse 4: Bliss] So you co the first record at the hip hop store Man that sh** was fresh man but this is soph*more And I ain't even gotta to ask if you feel us You know the Bliss n Eso throws the illest bash in the village Oh, you know bro, it's those nutty loco kids Got the crowd bouncing like a sea of cats on pogo sticks We on that next level, dropping turds, bombing your whole plane 2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane My lab was built great, plush leather couches and silk drapes Try furniture made out of planks of wood and milk crates We both underground blokes spitting profound quotes Sipping the local lager mingling with the town folk Just two white boys and a half Arab man Travel the land in a old busted thrash caravan See hip hop finds us when we feel all lost So we gonna ride this motherf**er 'til the wheels fall off [Hook 3: Eso] 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. Your style is mad tight Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight