Zion Bash - Bliss n Eso

Another Hunzo six production

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Yo!

Well this is Smokey Dopey Arab and the dynamic duo

The cutting committee, the lyrical mechanic hero

And you know (what's that?) that we serve the people nice

And we’re good live, like reversing evil twice

I’m from a world where your cash couldn’t buy an idea

So fuck the po-po, we’re getting high up in here

See, my rhyme is official, time’s not an issue

Sit back, click clack, yo, my mind is a missile

Yeah, we’re rude with the manners, but we’re cool with the grammar

So we got mothers feeling this to fucking dudes in the slammer

Brewing the bangers and our show is a spectacle

My damn crew is bananas, the flow is impeccable

We just roll up through the hills in the meadows

Would you hold up?

This is Bliss to the Eso

So just go nuts let me hear you really bellow

Okay (okay!)

We don’t flash cash under neon lights

My name is Mad Max, pitching «we want rights»

I’ve got the bull by its horns, the beast by its tail

A brain off its leash, that’s deeper than Yale

Shock waves through your hood when I properly drop this

Double barrelled brainstorm to bang in your cockpit

So how you feeling Bliss?

Man, I never been better

This veteran’s clever, he’s stringing every letter together

Banging like a set of berettas not a getter of cheddar

Instead I roll up to the bash in the fucking Nebuchadnezzar

Oh my god, throw 'em up like Krylons

And we going get it cracking like a party in Zion

We just roll up through the hills in the meadows

Would you hold up?

This is Bliss to the Eso

So just go nuts let me hear you really bellow

Okay (okay!) (Check it out)

Hey yo, I blow Briggs back, that’s what happens when I talk

Smoked out, no doubt, hey, Staffi’s on a Porsche

And I’m not a joke, I blaze up the broccoli

I rock the boat, I break the monotony

You need a pick up?

Well, this’ll make ya switch lanes quick

Like hitting Charlie when you’re drunk, just like Rick James, bitch

My nickname’s Bliss, but wait a second, you buster

You don’t know me, my brother, you may address me as Gunther

Well if you got it, motherfucker then you know my name

I make it rain lit matchsticks and snow cocaine

And I’m down for the cause like a dog for its owner

While shit-talkers spill grog off my boner

Bitch, back the fuck up and build your spaceship right

You dilly dally dummy

We just roll up through the hills in the meadows

Would you hold up?

This is Bliss to the Eso

So just go nuts let me hear you really bellow

Okay (okay!)

We just roll up through the hills in the meadows

Would you hold up?

This is Bliss to the Eso

So just go nuts let me hear you really bellow

Okay (okay!)

Get it cracking like a party in Zion

Get it cracking like a party in Zion

Get it cracking like a party in Zion

Get it cracking like a party in Zion