Get Loose - Bliss n Eso

Bliss n Eso, Hyjak, bring it precise

We singin' it nice, fresher than a minger on ice

If you all up in this bitch then start breakin' somethin'

Ain’t this bumpin'?

Every fuckin' patron jumpin'

And this came from nothin', fuck radio airwaves

Shit to save I’ve got my hair shaved

«Bro, that’s fair play»

To all my troops, get your boots stampin'

You get me booze slammin', I’m a loose cannon

I found my companion, IZM was so blind

Passed out on the shitter 5 minutes to showtime

You hoes fine?

Well even if you’re not fly

Cock-eyed, with a head that looks like a dropped pie

Turn it clockwise on your volume meter

All you lads scream out like you callin' beaver

«Come here», wakin' up all you sleepers

Shit’s so fuckin' loud like we’re bombin' speakers

Grab your partner do-si-do

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch

«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch

Grab your partner do-si-do

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch

«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch

Are they ready for this?

I don’t think they are

We ain’t weight lifters, but still game to raise the bar

Face it, you basic, we state of the art

Dedicate, you’re dangerous like demons playin' the harp

You play your part, I make my mark and go the distance

Got studio equipment for Christmas, now you think you can spit this?

We made our own path rollin'

With rims spinnin' we just stolen off Mark’s Holden

What you tellin' me?

They jealous we controllin' our destiny

I’m the piece of the puzzle that’s been dipped in LSD

Fella you see in the RTA lightin' weed

Why the fuck you need photo ID to get photo ID?

Bad guy you need to point your finger at

Slap you in the face with a dick attached to a fuckin' cricket bat

Bring it back, rockin' Sydney nightly

You the finest, we the illest, west side of the sea

Grab your partner do-si-do

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch

«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch

Grab your partner do-si-do

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch

«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch

To all my troops gettin' loose, get your boots stampin'

Where you at?

Oh yeah

To all my troops gettin' loose, get your boots stampin'

Where you at?

Oh yeah

Oh shit, another track I can bless

With psychedelic side effects, got Hyjak in a dress

And I’m chillin' like a villain bro, rollin' skunk

While Bliss is buck naked bloody bowlin' drunk

Man you know what’s up, that authentic shit

Less bling bling bro and more penmanship

Man I’ll send this shit to the moon and back

Then burn somethin' backstage where my crew is at

See there’s a couple of things that I’ve wanted all year

To live off this mic and be sponsored by beer

Since that won’t happen I’m 'a show you a trick

How to piss and walk while you’re smokin' a spliff

And it’s makin' 'em sick, lower class blowin' smoke in the face of the rich

What I spit hits kids like takin' a trip

And I’m 'a tear these walls down, so buff, touch pricks can stare these balls

down

Grab your partner do-si-do

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch

«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch

Grab your partner do-si-do

To the rhythm of the rhymer with the dopest flow

«Heehaw», my crew’s sussin' the sitch

«Oh yeah», let’s get loose up in this bitch

Let’s get loose up in this bitch, «Oh yeah»

Let’s get loose up in this bitch, «Oh yeah»

Let’s get loose up in this bitch