aw yeah, yonwe ain't from life in the gutternso they don't feel our stuffnwhat, you like to be stubborn?nwhat, we ain't real enough?n'cause we white from the suburbsnand we write from a brother'snraw and uncut emotion, nblazin' a mic in the cupboardnyou motherfuckers make me laugh nwith that ridiculous shitnwho brings it like Nickity-splitnas wicked as Blissnsee, these ballers see a white boynstart kiddin' and laughnbut I'm like Billy Hoylenhustlin' Sidney for the cashnand you just talkin' loud, nyou an imposter clownnwhere'd you pick your style up?nthe fuckin' lost and found?ngosh it sounds likenyou washed it downnand sprinkled it with sugar njust to get your nlittle career off the groundnnthey can't stand to watch itnnext to us rock itnyou look like Randy Watsonnwith sexual chocolaten(and we) bet you would cop thisnperpetual hot shitnnow you MC's can't blow nwith this testicle chop, bitchntwo hands on the mic nstraight bustin' this ammoncrossing the kings is like nfucking with Pandonthrowing rocks at our house nwon't crack the glass soldiernwe make one hell of a racket nso we smacking back bouldersnhey yo Bliss, you heard nwhat the message board said?nno, but I will knock you outnput my nuts on your foreheadntake a pic and post it up nwhen you noticed these three ladsnshit, 'cause what's words nwhen you was served the Bliss teabagnnthey love me, hate menneed me, leave menbut I can't stay awaynI gave you pieces of my heartnand you just threw them awaynso now's the time to tell them allnthat I just don't give a fucknno matter what they throw at usnwe're going nowhere but upnnokay, this is the moment of truthnare you a Taurus to the artnor is your home in the boothnsee, this is my housenI rhyme for the causenbend spoons with my crew nand cut diamonds with thoughtsnthen hoon down hills nin wheelbarrows for laughsnI'm Robin Hood on this micnsplitting arrows in halfnand they know brick by bricknI built this housen'cause only shit like thisncan chill me outnbut when I bust my free'snI'm psychotic when I rock itnwhen I'm on the streetsnI got narcotics in my pocketnwhen I bomb the beat, bronyou cop it like a ndropkick to the facenfrom the kid in the ncockpit gettin' blazednnit's still B.E.I. and nyou can trust me, bronI'm still sailing the seasnin a rusty boatnI'm still heat on this mic nwhen I bust my flownI still chill with Jane nthe biggest slut I knownthe slave that will serve the kingnwith a crew this tight nlike virgin mingenand in a dark world nI use my rhyming as a lightnBliss N Eso is backnI'm Bruce Almighty on this micnnthey love me, hate menneed me, leave menbut I can't stay awaynI gave you pieces of my heartnand you just threw them awaynso now's the time to tell them allnthat I just don't give a fucknno matter what they throw at usnwe're going nowhere but upnnup, up, up... oh oh ohnnowhere but up, up, up.... oh oh ohn(hahahaha)nyou're damn straight, motherfuckersnBliss N Eso still up in this bitchngrowing them flowers in the pavementnfor all you blind motherfuckersnthat can't see colors