Nowhere But Up

[Verse 1: Bliss] We ain't from life in the gutter, so they don't feel our stuff What you like to be stubborn? What we ain't real enough? Cause we white from the suburbs and we write from a brother's Raw and uncut emotion, blazin' a mic in the cupboard You motherfuckers make me laugh with that ridiculous shit Who brings it like Nick-ity-split, as wicked as Bliss See these ballers see a white boy, start kiddin' and laugh But I'm like Billy Hoyle hustlin' Sidney for the cash And you just talkin' loud, you an imposter clown Where'd you pick your style up? The fuckin' lost and found? Gosh it sounds like you washed it down And sprinkled it with sugar just to get your little career off the ground They can't stand to watch it, next to us rock it You look like Randy Watson with sexual chocolate (and we) bet you would cop this perpetual hot shit Now you MC's can't blow with this testical chop bitch Two hands on the mic straight bustin' this ammo Crossing the kings is like fucking with Pando Throwing rocks at our house won't crack the glass soldier We make one hell of a racket so we smacking back boulders "Hey yo Bliss, you heard what the message board said?" No but I will knock you out, put my nuts on your forehead Take a pic and post it up when you noticed these three lads Shit, cos what's words when you was served the Bliss teabag [Hook] They love and hate me, need me, leave me But I can't stay away I gave you pieces of my heart and you just threw them away So now's the time to tell them all that I just don't give a fuck No matter what they throw at us we're going nowhere but up [Verse 2: Eso] Ok, this is the moment of truth Are you a taurus to the art or is your home in the booth See this is my house, I rhyme for the cause Bend spoons with my crew and cut diamons with thoughts Then hoon down hills with wheel barrows for laughs I'm Robbin Hood on this mic splitting arrows in half And they know brick by brick I built this house Cos only shit like this can show me out But when I bust my free's I'm psychotic when I rock it When I'm on the streets I got narcotics in my pocket When I bomb the beat bro you cop it like a *dropkick* to the face From the kid in the cockpit gettin' blazed It's still B.E.I. and you can trust me bro I still sailing the seas in a rusty boat I'm still heat on this mic when I bust my flow I still chill with Jane the biggest slut I know The slave that will serve the king With a crew this tight like virgin minge And in a dark world I use my rhyming as a light Bliss N Eso is back, I'm Bruce Almighty on this mic [Hook]