Zion Bash

Yo! well this is smokin'...

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 versing evil twice

In a world where your cash

Couldn't buy an idea

So fuck 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 ruined the manners

But we're cool with the grammar

So we got mothers feelin' this

To fuckin' dudes in the slammer

Brewin' the bangers and

Our show is a spectacle

My damn super 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

Grown ups, let me hear ya

Really bellow okay (okay!)

We don't flash cash on the neon lights

My name is mad max

Pitchin' "we want rights"

I've got the bull by it's horns

The beast by it's tail

A brain off it's leash

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...

Is not a getter of cheddar

Instead I roll up to the bash

In the fuckin' 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

Grown ups, 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

Eight Staffys on a porch

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 Gunther

Well if you got it, motherfucker

Then you know my name

I make it rain lit matchsticks

And snow cocaine

And I'm down for the course

Like a dog for it's owner

And all the shit-talkers

Spill grug off my boner

Bitch, back the fuck up

And build your spaceship right

You dilly dally dummys

We just roll up

Through the hills in the middles

Would ya hold up,

This is bliss to the eso so

Grown ups, 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

Grown ups, let me hear ya

Really bellow okay (okay!)

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