Walk on Clouds

[Bliss] + (Eso) Oh yeah (we gon' teach 'em how to walk on clouds) Still Bliss, uh huh (it's been a long time coming) It's still Bliss I still sit with the owls and peer through a spying scope Rhyming dope perched high on a giant oak So, let me take you on my flight B.E.I. bright in my eyesight The symbol lit up in the Syd' city twilight So I spread my wings high over the nightlife I smell the sea salt freshly in the harbour I feel the breeze blow gently on my armour ... It's the flow flipper, the free-form flavour With the M-Phazer, the beat norm breaker So if it's time to unwind and just let go Yo, let me get a "oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, yes bro!" And when I fly in, show me how you get loud The catapult kid came to blow this shit down Got the spare parts, bought an old radiator Built a spaceship with phrase, audio aviator [Hook: 2X] So when the whole world sleeps, I'm wide awake Through the push and shove, I'ma fly away With the sun in my scope I'ma find a way To walk on clouds when the skies are grey [Eso] One two, one two, we're back at it again The renegade razor blade when I'm packing a pen Put away them toys, I don't play that junk Simply cause my mother didn't raise no punk So colour me bad when I walk in my room With a spliff and a pain-filled water balloon And speaking on spliffs, pass that shit round Cause I'm known for hitting that BITCH like Chris Brown! Say get down! Shake, rattle and roll The crowd is shitfaced and out of control Say get back! They better make some room Cause your man Mac is back and I just ate some shrooms That's the naked truth and I'ma fucking raise the roof I do the drunken river dance, my fucking favourite move And if life's a beach, then I breathe with it happily Cause just like that I turn dreams to reality [Hook: 2X] {*Samples*} [Eso] Yeah, this is how we chill for real We marinate and meditate on wheels of steel B.E.I. twenty-eight that number That got me swinging swords like the Black Mamba In a dump-truck, bumping old Wu So you know what shit I'm on when I roll through This is soul food, peep the recipe It's no riddle, M-Phizzle got remedy [Bliss] At school, I wasn't that weed-crop cool smoker I was that bush-bashing beat box bulldozer Without a map man I grew from the lemon grove And tippy-toed over lily pad stepping stones The runaway crew, cool like the summer rain The tornado tires, superhuman hurricane Spun around my island like we circle the sun's fear Made our own ground swell, surfing the frontier [Hook: 2X] {*Samples*}