Lyrics Them Boys - Bliss n Eso

Them Boys

It’s those underground cats who know the skills
Who drove miles to a show just to know who’s real
Who’s flows are ill, who’s flows can still
Blow the roof off this bitch, drunk, stoned or chilled
See these kids now days think if you’re rapping, you’re well paid
When they knew nothing I was dropping acid in L. A
But I’m an Aussie like Commodore’s and Falcons
A head-fuck compared to another boring album
So if you’re used to a prison, I know a crew who can kick it
They touch down that rough sound without using their fingers
What we do is religious, what you do is a business
You got chicks in your clips but they’re usually mingers
That’s right, the life of a cave man
The dirty dog barking who writes in the basement
Bro, my crew’s unique, after this you’ll remember me
We lift kids lids with a fix you could never dream
Oh shit, you heard them boys
Raising hell, and making that noise
It goes stand up, hands up, right in the middle
I said hands up, stand up, it’s live and official (uh-huh)
Oh shit, you heard them boys (uh-huh)
No shit, they bringing that noise
Put 'em up, middle fingers to the system
Cookin' up that shit to bring in the resistance
hypothesis, there ain’t a punk that’s stoppin' us
We chargin' through this bitch like a drunk rhinoceros
Yeah they poppin' us loud for this preposterous sound
Ridiculous flow, locking this metropolis down
Sipping a, spitting out my mouth gold flames
Like didn’t you know?
You’re fucking with the household name
(Syd city’s finest) just a couple of letters, we stuck them together
To fuck with you and ruffle some feathers (suckers)
We be rebels with the hunger to win
And that’s why three cheeky devils just got under your skin
We’re rappin' flavour they tasting, aggravating the hating
Cause we just shat on the scene while captivating the nation
It’s the prominent, dominant, hot shit
Bombing 'em, taking the whole fucking continent hostage
Bliss n Eso!
Tearing round the country
Gallivanting, get the whole town chanting
One for the loving
Two for my people
Three for the feeling that the lyrics will leave you
They said that these kids couldn’t do it, so make way
We’re coming through to stick it to them
Four the the beat and
Five pumping proudly
Six for the lads in the front getting rowdy
Put em' up, middle fingers to the system
Cooking up that shit to bring in the resistance
Oh shit, you heard them boys
Raising hell, and making that noise
It goes stand up, hands up, right in the middle
I said hands up, stand up, it’s live and official (uh-huh)
Oh shit, you heard them boys (uh-huh)
No shit, they bringing that noise
Put 'em up, middle fingers to the system
Cookin' up that shit to bring in the resistance
We need loving, you think a pop song’s enough?
They’re all Barbie dolls, I’m a Tonka truck
The audio affirmation with a dreamer’s torch
And a dog so big, he takes me for walks
So if these kids wanna hide then give this a try
Believe half the bullshit and pass that spliff to the right
Like, could I give a flying rat’s arse, man?
Fuck that
'Cause everything they say, bro, is water off a duck’s
We arrived on the scene, wide-eyed with crooked smiles
They gave us an inch, you damn right, we took a mile
We came a long way, this is not a quick swindle
Not bad for a crew without a hit single
Without a video thrashed on Channel V
A band of three who never paid a sample fee
We just do it for the love, that’s why the punters know it
So put your fuckin' hands up for these underdogs, come on
Oh shit, you heard them boys (uh-huh)
Raising hell, and making that noise
It goes stand up, hands up, right in the middle
I said hands up, stand up, it’s live and official (uh-huh)
Oh shit, you heard them boys (uh-huh)
No shit, they bringing that noise
Put 'em up, middle fingers to the system
Cookin' up that shit to bring in the resistance
Oh shit, you heard them boys