Zion Bash Lyrics - Flying Colours - Bliss N Eso

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 

In a world where your cash 

Couldn't buy an idea 

So f**k the po-po 

We're gettin' high up in here 

See, my rhyme is official 

Time's my initial 

Sit back, click clack 

Yo, my mind is a missile 

Yeah, we're rude the manners 

But we're cool with the grammar 

So we got mothers feelin' this 

To f**kin' dudes in the slammer 

Brewin' the bangers and 

Our show is a spectacle 

My damsel is bananas 

The flow is impeccable 

We just roll up 

Through the hills in the middles 

Would ya hold up, 

This is bliss to the eso so 

Load up, so let me hear ya 

Really bellow okay (okay!) 

Flash cash on the neon lights 

My name is mad max 

Pitchin' "we want rights" 

I've got the bull by its horns 

The beast by its tail 

I'm preying off this leech 

That's deeper than yale 

Shockwaves through your hood 

When I properly drop this 

Double barrel brains 

Doomed to bang in your cockpit 

So how you feelin' bliss? 

Man, I never been better 

This veteran's clever, he's 

Stringing every letter together 

Bangin' like a set of Berettas 

not a getter of cheddar 

Instead I roll up to the bash 

In the f**kin' Nebuchadnezzar 

Oh my god 

Throw 'em up like krylons 

And we gon' get it crackin' 

Like a party in Zion 

We just roll up 

Through the hills in the middles 

Would ya hold up, 

This is bliss to the eso so 

Load up, so let me hear ya 

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, steffy's on a Porsche 

And I'm not a joke 

I blaze up the broccoli 

I rock the boat 

I break the monotony to pick up 

Well, this'll make ya switch lanes quick 

Like hittin' charlie when you're drunk 

Just like Rick James, bitch 

My nickname's bliss 

But wait a second, buster 

You don't know me, my brother 

You may address me as Gnter 

Well if you got it, motherf**ker 

Then you know my name 

I make it hail in matchsticks 

And snow cocaine 

And I'm down for the course 

Like a dog for it's owner 

While shit-talkers 

... Off my boner 

Bitch, back the f**k up 

And build your spaceship right 

You dilly dally dummy 

We just roll up 

Through the hills in the middles 

Would ya hold up, 

This is bliss to the eso so 

Load up, so let me hear ya 

Really bellow okay (okay!) 

We just roll up 

Through the hills in the middles 

Would ya hold up, 

This is bliss to the eso so 

Load up, so let me hear ya 

Really bellow okay (okay!) 

(gon' get it crackin' like a party in Zion...)