[Intro]
(Hey!)
I admire talent, you might like to join us and earn wealth and fame
I have all the wealth I need
Now then, would you come peacefully? Or must I kill you? [Laughter]
You think that you can take me on? You are already a dead man
Now we will have to see about that
[Verse 1 - MC Bliss]
It's the arrival, Bliss n Esoterik with the primal thoughts which ought
To leave them breathing needing a revival, the final hoard of words
Izm with a vinyl sword, this drama forward put your back to crack
The spinal cord
[Verse 2 - Esoterik]
These rhymes are part of me mentally and we arrived fresh like the
Start of the century and [Bang] [Bang] without a ground thoughts
Break the barricades with broomsticks, there's boof underneath this
Underground force, kids who swung 'round swords, I leave the
Dumbfound floor they get sliced and diced. I guess they're literally
Paying the price, this is lyrically driving, dodging other cars while buzzed off the buddha bouncing off the bumper bar. Thats when the lightning and thunder starts, Surprising the children like diving off buildings. Create a spectacle like a rider. My spirit stays symmetrical like a spider. I light electrical wires on fire. Bring the barbaric beats that bomb your brain life in delirious at the bank where I have gone insane. Leave songs stained for eight weeks of strong rain. Blizzards and bricks and hail. Esoterik's off the Richter scale
[Verse 3 - MC Bliss]
Amidst the failure, you're screaming we write the biggest island, but hold up. If you are talking about freestyling without breaking any laws, see? My partner Esoterik will call [?], Cerebral Palsy. Broccoli. 'Cause we were crippled as fuck. You can't scribble the block. Try suicidal days with tidal waves. Doom like a room with ugly braun phrase. In the vinyl days, you had an idol phase that was whack. Rap's about to come back. See minor leaves. Tripped on the suicidal waves, it hurts and thrashes to curfew where you idol blaze, got the whole area lit, trust me, it's better than that malaria shit. I'm very equipped, I'm very descript, want a scarier tip? I'm stronger than a boom-terrier clip. 'Cause I blow magical dust, Scream when you fall off [Sample], but I got news for you buddy. Your whole fuckin' rap's a catastrophy if it makes you feel any better, no one's verses are perfect. Stay true to the words that you wrote. Im wordin', workin'