[GUY:] nThings Have Just Started. nn[Berni Mac:] nHere I am MotherFucker..Here I Am.. nTold You I Was Coming Didnt I Tell Ya? YEAHHH!! nn[Bliss:] nAhh shit, I think we just fucked up the industry, nCuz every tall dick and dumb cunt is dissing thy, nB-l-i-s-s Plus Eso N Izm, nSo this is detecated to you, so you best go and listen, nNow... nDont you try to tell me what Hip Hop is not, nYou dont own that motherfucker, man you got its pops, nI'm gunna chop the crops, I'm gunna cop the rocks, nI'm gunna cock the glock, And they're gunna pop the shot, nBut us all were gunna do is gunna rock the spot, nHe have to trot, It's not our fault we top the lot, nYou just cant hack it can you? You lost the plot, nSo put your whack album out and imma watch it flop, nSo calm my cock, And quit acting tough, nYou mad at us, Cuz at a show you lack the punch, nTo pack at cunts, And hear more then act at once, nwith every front row minger trying to snatch your nuts nYa rapping sucks, Ya faggots chumps the facts are rough, nImma sell out man that just cracks me up, nSo back the fuck, Up the lessons when you step to me, nAnd dont you dare every question try my intergreity, nEven your means diss is like a harmless joke, nDude I'm right here quit dissing a bar of soap, nYou farmets choke knowing my style is ill, nYou can hate us all you want but you can't deny the skill, nSo fire at will, And any song you tired still, nWont even affect me, And a smile and chill, nSo please its over, Someone give me a drum roll, nYou numb skulls, Can take right straight up the bum hole. nn[Chorus: Bliss] nHit Me Hit Me High.. Hit Me Hit Me Low... nIt Dont Really Matter Cuz You Know Were Gunna Grow nIts Working... [Scratches] nn[Verse 2: Eso]nnYou see, Bliss N Eso's back and thats a guarenteed bangernIf you haven't seen us, then you haven't seen hammersnHit concrete and then bloom something beautiful nBecause this song means theres no room for the usualnSo get off my ?? I'm proud and brokenMy head is a notepad and a cloud of smokenJealous rats in the city, they know I'm king coz I remodel the world with the flo I bring nSee you rap for the cash and I pity your job, my styles wild like the child from the city you've got,nAnd Eso's headspace is something you can't touch, nHeadbobbing at me, is like fucking with hard drugsnIn the park drunk, living it up with my state-to-state crews, not giving a fucknWe stay freshnEven when shit gets so bad that we've gotta be fathers for those kids with no dadsnAnd thats how we bust and build thisnput my heart in it, bro, touch the real shitnTheres no word to describe how real it's beennBut I feels like flying down steap hills in wheely binsnI did it my way, I self-promotenThis ain't Bentleys parked out front of wealthy homes, nThis is for those whos words aren't usually heard, nWho can grab that mic and bloody prove what they're worth.nI'm not a player at a picnic with my biscut costnI'm not the type to ass kiss the bossnI'm that guy that wipes out like fifty blocks, that middle finger up kids give the cops.nn[Chorus: Bliss] nHit Me Hit Me High.. Hit Me Hit Me Low... nIt Dont Really Matter Cuz You Know Were Gunna Grow nIts Working...