[Intro: Weapon X, Esoterik]
“B to the E to the I is”
Yeah, wassup? This is Weapon X. Gettin’ money while you gettin’ vexed. Chillin’ with my man Mud, (“Bim bam boogie”) [?], DJ Izm. Bliss n Eso is in full effect, ya heard?
(“Bim bam boogie”)
Flowers in the Pavement LP comin’ soon
Yeah, check it out

[Verse 1: Esoterik, Bliss]
See, I don’t think you’re ready for what you’re ‘bout to see
For the next three minutes you’re goin’ out with me
And I came from the clouds to fetch you out the sea
And I got you all on edge like me running out of weed, ‘cause see
The closest thing to someone that’ll fart on me
Is the bullshit radio R&B
Shit, I’m not makin’ ya choose
It’s just hard for me to find that rhythm and blues (Okay)

[Verse 2: Bliss]
Some dude’s tellin’ me my sound is what the world’s cravin’
I’m like “That’s cool”, but I’m drunk about to hurl, pacin’
Back and forth tryin’ to dance, doin’ a twirl, wavin’
At the other dance floor where there’s twenty girls wasted
I’m spinnin’ over here wishin’ I was sober [?]
Gettin’ drunk as I’m sittin’, spittin’ in promoters’ ears
Tellin’ ‘em to book my DJ if they want their floor covered
“Oh really, yeah, he’ll do carpet [?] with his [?]”
[Chorus]
You snuck in the club and all you got is five dollars
Still crank this bitch and make it bounce like hydraulics
Bim bam boogie, we roll to this stuff
Bim bam boogie, now throw your fist up
‘Cause our rhymes to this beat’s like a storm to a subtle breeze
So make this bounce, bounce like some double Ds
Three, two, one! We sing on a countdown
So people, jump! We’re bringin’ the house down

[Post Chorus 1]
Bim bam boogie
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah
Bim bam boogie
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ah
Bim bam boogie
Ooh, ah, ooh ooh, ah
Bim bam boogie
Ah, ooh, ooh ooh, ah (I think it’s time to)

[Verse 3: Esoterik, Bliss]
Synchronise your watches as they improvise the options
What I think is right is not so I’ma drink it like the pot
When it’s pink, bright and hot
I’m on the brink of “Why the fuck not”, it’s a beautiful night
So let me do what I usually do to the mic and hypnotise the masses
Yo, I don’t think they’re ready to unlearn. I know but Max is
Pack this in ya lunchbox and take it to ya schoolyard
And pull it out on bitch bullies actin’ too hard
(Whoo ha) You’re the dead finish, I’m the new start
And the wind force from my wings, can move cars
I’ll rip the logos off your clothes and then spend your money
And my head’ll stay in focus like a cheetah when it’s running
Nothing’s better than this when I get on some shit
And spit flavour like a handful of jam spit on some tits
Get money, money, money Man, fuck that route
I’m a laid back kanga with its nutsack out
[Chorus]
You snuck in the club and all you got is five dollars
Still crank this bitch and make it bounce like hydraulics
Bim bam boogie, we roll to this stuff
Bim bam boogie, now throw your fist up
‘Cause our rhymes to this beat’s like a storm to a subtle breeze
So make this bounce, bounce like some double Ds
Three, two, one! We sing on a countdown
So people, jump! We’re bringin’ the house down

[Post Chorus 2: Bliss]
Ooh my goodness, girl, you lookin’ so damn fine
I wanna put my finger up your (Woop) and get up on here

[Verse 4: Bliss]
You don’t make a penny off of an intelligent flow
Yo Eso, Can you tell me, Where’s the Centrelink, bro?
They call it nerd rap Oh, I heard that Oh, you confer, cat?
I want my CD in a bird’s lap, where the burbs at?
Pumpin’ in this souped up whip’s caught in the feel
Have I gotta appeal in my automobile?
Shit, I oughta be real, I’m pushin’ milk carton with wheels
And I just escaped the zoo, baby, pardon the seals
Ayo, I heard you hit that chick in your car, Nah, it was little deer
Even if it was a buck I still would’ve steered clear
Wait, do you caught up? Nah, fuck it, rewind it later
I gotta be honest, I don’t really mind you fakers
‘Cause it’s blatantly obvious that you frontin’, you novice
Don’t you know they call me Gov, ‘cause I govern this Provence
This is Syd city, [?] known to be a bit witty
Sitting in a cage rappin’ for beers and big titties
[Chorus]
You snuck in the club and all you got is five dollars
Still crank this bitch and make it bounce like hydraulics
Bim bam boogie, we roll to this stuff
Bim bam boogie, now throw your fist up
‘Cause our rhymes to this beat’s like a storm to a subtle breeze
So make this bounce, bounce like some double Ds
Three, two, one! We sing on a countdown
So people, jump! We’re bringin’ the house down
You snuck in the club and all you got is five dollars
Still crank this bitch and make it bounce like hydraulics
Bim bam boogie, we roll to this stuff
Bim bam boogie, now throw your fist up
‘Cause our rhymes to this beat’s like a storm to a subtle breeze
So make this bounce, bounce like some double Ds
Three, two, one! We sing on a countdown
So people, jump! We’re bringin’ the house down

[Outro: Flagrant, Ceicmate & Robbie Balboa]
Yeah, what the fuck is up? This is Flagrant representing Untouchables crew. But I’m not playin’ [?] in the clubs. I’m bumpin’ Bliss n Eso - Flowers in the Pavement. What?
How’s it goin’ people out there? This is Ciecmate of the Hospice crew. I’m fuckin’ rollin’ with [?] Sydney, blunt honey pippin’, fuckin’ brat flippin’ crew known as Bliss n Eso. Keep your eyes out for Flowers in the Pavement. Keep your ears to the street
Yo, what up, what up? One two, this is Robbie Balboa straight outta Brisbane chillin’ right here with my fuckin’ favourite piss fuckin’ team from Sydney, Bliss n Eso, we about to knock some motherfuckers out cold. Check out Flowers in the Pavement, this is that mixtape shit right here, peace