| So ladies and gentelman, friends and crews
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| I came here to represent and vent my views
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| See they want you brainwashed like everyone’s for the money
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| While we want the scene to blow like cherry bombs in the dunny
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| So check it out, check it out this is Eso on the mic
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| No fuckin' around I came to get you in the vibe
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| Grab life by the balls and never look behind
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| 'Cause when that bling bling dies you can bet I’ll be alive
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| A revolution of radical rebals, writing raw, reflect the rap
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| Of this cataclysmic cool calm collected cat
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| The front row covered when I’m spittin the rhyme spray
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| Got skeletons on stage playin rickety steinsways
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| I sit with the owls, flippin em out, flippin the vowels
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| The midnight paddock runner whos tippin the cows
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| Spittin' it foul, down and dirty cuz my crew’s shabby
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| All I wants my girl, beer, a used caddy and this dudes happy
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| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land
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| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand
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| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how
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| So sing it, la la la la la la la la (repeat)
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| From the moment the show starts and we emerge when the curtains break
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| Your chest starts burnin like you’re slurpin the bourbon straight
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| We blow the spot with more heat we servin than a furnace makes
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| Percolate this bitch until we certain every person shakes
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| The bim bam boogieman is drinkin till im plastered
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| All over your ears, rappin swingin from the rafters
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| Got asses leavin the seats when im freakin the beat
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| Just husslin like harry flint with the freedom of speech
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| So while it seems like theres millions of cats that stack loot
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| My crews here to stay like tax and tattoos
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| And theres no match for the kid that blows your mind
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| 'Cause beatin me is like returning videos on time
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| And the music I make is like peakin on a trip
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| Call me jimmy open doors, day dreamin with a spliff
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| Puttin pressure on the player tryin to look like the cool guy
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| But couldn’t come close if he spoofed on the bulls eye
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| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land
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| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand
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| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how
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| So sing it, la la la la la la la la
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| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land
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| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand
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| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how
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| So sing it, la la la la la la la la
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| See they tried to put it down but up jumped the boogie (x7)
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| So sing it, la la la la la la la la
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| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land
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| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand
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| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how
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| So sing it, la la la la la la la la
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| Well you heard about the boys from the foreign land
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| They gonna stroll across the globe with the mic in their hand
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| And they be puttin it down the only way they know how
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| So sing it, la la la la la la la la |