The Anthem

[Intro: Bliss]
Come on, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Bliss, Esoterik]
Yo, Australia? Copy? I'll spell it, you want rap stars?
Well here's the coffee, you smell it, check your backyard
We rap with no guns, no bullets, no triggers
Still three young guns took over the island, go figure
Leave 'em so bitter, like Eso with no liquor (Dumb cunt) (Yeah)
These hoes bicker about whose flow's sicker
But look up little minnows, do you spot the hawk?
We're above your fuckin' pond, 'cause we walk the talk
And every town we hit, we find an army on the same buzz (Yeah)
We stole the show, the beer, and your dame's love
So blame us, some bandits bumpin' out
Are we some heartfelt artists, or just some drunken louts? (Drunk cunt)
It's getting rough so I bust with my crew in the place
And you can huff, you can puff till you're blue in the face
When you're in the house, you know when you witness this sound
We're the only cats to blow and bring this bitch down (Oh, yo)

[Chorus: Bliss & Eso]
This is the anthem to get off your arse
Hit the pub, hit the club, and fill up your glass
Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish
Roasting pigs, (“How you livin'?”) Broke as shit
This is the anthem to get off your arse
Hit the pub, hit the club, and fill up your glass
Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish
Roasting pigs, (“How you livin'?”) Broke as shit

[Verse 2: Esoterik, Bliss]
When it comes to how I feel I'm a book that's ever lasting
I'm a film that runs forever, I'm a crook that wears a class ring
We are shook from all our marching, we cook to stop the starving
You can't see us, but you hear us, like those kookaburras laughing
I'm a broke bugger with a bus ticket to the promised land
Who clutches the mic, like the ring in Golem's hand (precious)
I got a plan, to get loose in the booth and crack it in one take
And make fans storm the capital’s front gates
I've sipped water with God, he made the sun stop still
Stared me dead in the eyes, told me money's not real
Took the devil on a date, shouted her a schooner
But still had my hatchet hidden, I doubt her when the moons up
Staring at the sky like sunflowers in a lonely paddock
Far away from gunpowder and their phoney magic
I freak shit on a track like lovers under covers
And Bliss n Eso roll like brothers from other mothers

[Chorus: Bliss & Eso]
This is the anthem to get off your arse
Hit the pub, hit the club, and fill up your glass
Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish
Roasting pigs, (“How you livin'?”) Broke as shit
This is the anthem to get off your arse
Hit the pub, hit the club, and fill up your glass
Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish
Roasting pigs, (“How you livin'?”) Broke as shit

[Outro: DJ Izm]
The anthem
This is the anthem
"How you livin'"
"And there won't be no backstage party"
"If these Aussie lads"
"Don’t get their beers"