Mad Tight (Phazed Out)

[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 glass
There's no doubt I man handle a track
And break this bitch down like Bam Bam with his bat
You players act pussy like Jessica Rabbit
I'ma hit you with some shit 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 fuck 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 butterflies
But note this, I throw bricks. I'm heaven sent throw this
But no shit, 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 shit than players chewing tobacco
Bragging they blast fools and how they pimp slap hoes
But I think I'll be less bored watching grass grow, arsehole!
I'm not a new face, I know this record shit 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 shit was fresh man but this is sophomore
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 motherfucker '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, Tassie! 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