Mad Tight (Phazed Out) Lyrics

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Selected song name: Mad Tight (Phazed Out)
Singer Name: Esoterik
Lyrics written by: Esoterik

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Y-y-y-yyyyo check me out right here


It seems, rappers are unhappy with the price of a gold card
While on this mic, I'm like ice in a cold gla**
There's no doubt I man handle a track
And break this b*t*h down like Bam Bam with his bat
You players act pu**y like Jessica Rabbit
I'ma hit you with some sh*t to get your head in a hammock
I'm that poet burst on that park bench to smoke
The only Superman who knows Clarke Kent's a joke
I fist f**k freedom, I fight for my right
To hit the lab with my pad and have the time of my life
You're damn right, I've been sparking up the high state
And fight in the night with my armoured b***erflies
But note this, I throw bricks. I'm heaven sent throw this
But no sh*t, my flow's sick I represent so
Drown in my dreams when you look at my eyes
And just bounce to my beat to prove the boogie's alive


Hey yo, Sydney! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Hey yo, Brissy! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight

You see I dream to be on TV flashing my balls
Throwing it up for my lads like graff on the wall
That's why we gotta maintain and struggle through the drama
And stay on the rise like bubbles in my lager
But right now you better make some way
For new talent that pretty much covers state to state
And, when it's all done, I'll be riding the back
With uncle Sam getting drunk, with my eyes on his cash


While you pursuing the cash bro, I'm doing the mad flows
Spitting more dirty sh*t than players chewing tobacco
Bragging they blast fools and how they pimp slap hoes
But I think I'll be less bored watching gra** grow, a*******!
I'm not a new face, I know this record sh*t is big loot race
They asked to see my tour budget, I held up my shoe lace
We could only afford two plane tickets and some toothpaste
Hey yo, Eso, help me shove Izm in my suitcase


Hey yo, Melbourne! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Adelaide! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight

So you co the first record at the hip hop store
Man that sh*t was fresh man but this is sophomore
And I ain't even gotta to ask if you feel us
You know the Bliss n Eso throws the illest bash in the village
Oh, you know bro, it's those nutty loco kids
Got the crowd bouncing like a sea of cats on pogo sticks
We on that next level, dropping turds, bombing your whole plane
2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane
My lab was built great, plush leather couches and silk drapes
Try furniture made out of planks of wood and milk crates
We both underground blokes spitting profound quotes
Sipping the local lager mingling with the town folk
Just two white boys and a half Arab man
Travel the land in a old busted thrash caravan
See hip hop finds us when we feel all lost
So we gonna ride this motherf**ker 'til the wheels fall off


Hey yo, Perth! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Hey yo, Ta**ie! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Hey yo, Canberra! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Byron Bay! What? What? Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
To the rest of the land, your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight
Your style is mad tight. Your style is mad tight