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bounce to the beat\nAnd prove the boogie's alive\n\nHey yo, Sydney (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nHey yo, Brissy (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nSee, i dream to be\nOn TV flashin' my balls\nThrowin' it up for my lads\nLike graff on a wall\nThat's right, we gotta maintain\nAnd struggle through the drama\nAnd stay on the rise\nLike bubbles in my lager\nBut right now\nYou better make some way\nFor new talent that pretty much\nCovers state to state\nBut when it's all said and done\nI'll be riding the back\nOf Uncle Sam gettin' drunk\nWith my eyes on his cash\n\nWhy you pursuin' the cash, bro?\nI'm doin' the math flows\nSpittin' more dirty shit\nThan players chewin' tobacco\nRaggin' they glassfuls\nAnd how they pimp slap hoes\nBut I think I'll be less bored\nWatchin grass grow, asshole\nI'm not a new face\nI know this record shit's\nA big loot race\nThey asked to see my tour budget\nI held up my shoelace\nYou could only afford two plane tickets\nAnd some toothpaste\nHey yo, Eso, help me\nShove Izm in my suitcase\n\nHey yo, Melbourne (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nAdelaide, (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nSo you got the first record\nAt the hip hop store\nYeah, that shit was fresh\nMan, but this is sophomore\n(Aw yeah)\nAnd I ain't even gotta ask\nIf you feel us\nYou know that Bliss N Eso throws\nThe illest bash in the village\nOh you know, bro\nIt's those nutty loco kids\nGet the crowd bouncin' like\nA sea of cats on pogo sticks\nWe on that next level\nDroppin' turds, bombin' ya whole plane\n2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane\n\nMy lab was built great\nPlush leather couches and silk drapes\nTry furniture made out of planks\nOf wooden milk crates\nWe both underground blokes\nSpittin' profound quotes\nSippin' the local lager\nMingling with the town folk\nJust two white boys\nAnd a half Arab man\nTravel the land in an\nOld busted thrash caravan\nSee, hip hop finds us\nWhen we feel all lost\nSo we gon' ride this motherfucker\n'Til the wheels fall off\n\nHey yo, Perth (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nHey yo, Tassie (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nHey yo, Canberra (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nByron Bay, (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nTo the rest of the land\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nYour style is mad tight (x8)","syncedLyrics":"[00:07.00] Yo, check me out right here\n[00:09.62] You see, these rappers are unhappy\n[00:11.62] With the price of the gold card\n[00:13.15] While on this mic I'm like\n[00:14.62] Ice in a cold glass\n[00:15.76] There's no doubt\n[00:17.00] I manhandle a track\n[00:18.49] And break this bitch down\n[00:19.76] Like Bam Bam with his bat\n[00:21.08] You players act pussy\n[00:22.49] Like Jessica Rabbit\n[00:23.65] I'mma hit you with some shit\n[00:25.14] That get ya head in a hammock\n[00:26.24] I'm that poet burst\n[00:27.44] On that park bench to smoke\n[00:29.04] The only Superman that knows\n[00:30.78] Clark Kent's a joke\n[00:31.84] A fist fuck freedom\n[00:33.21] I fight for my right\n[00:34.47] To hit the lab with a pad\n[00:35.92] And have the time of my life\n[00:37.02] You're damn right,\n[00:38.24] I been sparkin' up the highs\n[00:39.86] Takin' flight in the night\n[00:41.17] With my armored butterflies\n[00:42.59] But notice I throw bricks\n[00:44.08] I'm heaven sent, bro\n[00:45.32] It's no shit, my flow's sick\n[00:46.82] I represent, so\n[00:48.08] Drown in my dreams\n[00:49.48] When you look at my eyes\n[00:50.60] And just bounce to the beat\n[00:51.90] And prove the boogie's alive\n[00:53.26] Hey yo, Sydney (what what)\n[00:54.83] Your style is mad tight\n[00:55.96] Your style is mad tight\n[00:57.42] Your style is mad tight\n[00:58.65] Hey yo, Brissy (what what)\n[01:00.15] Your style is mad tight\n[01:01.48] Your style is mad tight\n[01:02.77] Your style is mad tight\n[01:03.96] See, i dream to be\n[01:05.38] On TV flashin' my balls\n[01:06.66] Throwin' it up for my lads\n[01:08.12] Like graff on a wall\n[01:09.31] That's right, we gotta maintain\n[01:11.06] And struggle through the drama\n[01:12.34] And stay on the rise\n[01:13.88] Like bubbles in my lager\n[01:15.05] But right now\n[01:16.19] You better make some way\n[01:17.82] For new talent that pretty much\n[01:19.18] Covers state to state\n[01:20.53] But when it's all said and done\n[01:21.98] I'll be riding the back\n[01:23.55] Of Uncle Sam gettin' drunk\n[01:24.43] With my eyes on his cash\n[01:25.67] Why you pursuin' the cash, bro?\n[01:27.07] I'm doin' the math flows\n[01:28.55] Spittin' more dirty shit\n[01:29.76] Than players chewin' tobacco\n[01:31.06] Raggin' they glassfuls\n[01:32.45] And how they pimp slap hoes\n[01:33.76] But I think I'll be less bored\n[01:35.12] Watchin grass grow, asshole\n[01:36.79] I'm not a new face\n[01:37.53] I know this record shit's\n[01:38.85] A big loot race\n[01:39.64] They asked to see my tour budget\n[01:40.98] I held up my shoelace\n[01:42.13] You could only afford two plane tickets\n[01:43.62] And some toothpaste\n[01:44.94] Hey yo, Eso, help me\n[01:45.80] Shove Izm in my suitcase\n[01:47.48] Hey yo, Melbourne (what what)\n[01:48.67] Your style is mad tight\n[01:49.92] Your style is mad tight\n[01:51.43] Your style is mad tight\n[01:52.62] Adelaide, (what what)\n[01:54.01] Your style is mad tight\n[01:55.39] Your style is mad tight\n[01:56.71] Your style is mad tight\n[01:57.73] So you got the first record\n[01:59.57] At the hip hop store\n[02:00.75] Yeah, that shit was fresh\n[02:01.92] Man, but this is sophomore\n[02:03.32] (Aw yeah)\n[02:03.98] And I ain't even gotta ask\n[02:05.39] If you feel us\n[02:06.20] You know that Bliss N Eso throws\n[02:07.43] The illest bash in the village\n[02:08.86] Oh you know, bro\n[02:10.06] It's those nutty loco kids\n[02:11.39] Get the crowd bouncin' like\n[02:12.82] A sea of cats on pogo sticks\n[02:14.18] We on that next level\n[02:15.38] Droppin' turds, bombin' ya whole plane\n[02:17.06] 2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane\n[02:19.73] My lab was built great\n[02:20.94] Plush leather couches and silk drapes\n[02:22.54] Try furniture made out of planks\n[02:24.28] Of wooden milk crates\n[02:25.35] We both underground blokes\n[02:26.59] Spittin' profound quotes\n[02:27.88] Sippin' the local lager\n[02:28.94] Mingling with the town folk\n[02:30.36] Just two white boys\n[02:31.60] And a half Arab man\n[02:33.07] Travel the land in an\n[02:34.69] Old busted thrash caravan\n[02:35.72] See, hip hop finds us\n[02:37.17] When we feel all lost\n[02:38.30] So we gon' ride this motherfucker\n[02:39.75] 'Til the wheels fall off\n[02:41.15] Hey yo, Perth (what what)\n[02:42.45] Your style is mad tight\n[02:43.87] Your style is mad tight\n[02:45.17] Your style is mad tight\n[02:46.54] Hey yo, Tassie (what what)\n[02:47.97] Your style is mad tight\n[02:49.27] Your style is mad tight\n[02:50.88] Your style is mad tight\n[02:51.93] Hey yo, Canberra (what what)\n[02:53.73] Your style is mad tight\n[02:54.98] Your style is mad tight\n[02:56.06] Your style is mad tight\n[02:57.32] Byron Bay, (what what)\n[02:58.77] Your style is mad tight\n[03:00.02] Your style is mad tight\n[03:01.56] Your style is mad tight\n[03:02.70] To the rest of the land\n[03:04.17] Your style is mad tight\n[03:05.63] Your style is mad tight\n[03:07.06] Your style is mad tight\n[03:08.46] Your style is mad tight (x8)\n[03:10.61] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mad Tight\n  artist: Bliss n Eso\n  album: Day Of The Dog\n  duration_ms: 219000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- 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you with some shit\n  That get ya head in a hammock\n  I'm that poet burst\n  On that park bench to smoke\n  The only Superman that knows\n  Clark Kent's a joke\n\n  A fist fuck freedom\n  I fight for my right\n  To hit the lab with a pad\n  And have the time of my life\n  You're damn right,\n  I been sparkin' up the highs\n  Takin' flight in the night\n  With my armored butterflies\n  But notice I throw bricks\n  I'm heaven sent, bro\n  It's no shit, my flow's sick\n  I represent, so\n  Drown in my dreams\n  When you look at my eyes\n  And just bounce to the beat\n  And prove the boogie's alive\n\n  Hey yo, Sydney (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n\n  Hey yo, Brissy (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n\n  See, i dream to be\n  On TV flashin' my balls\n  Throwin' it up for my lads\n  Like graff on a wall\n  That's right, we gotta maintain\n  And struggle through the drama\n  And stay on the rise\n  Like bubbles in my lager\n  But right now\n  You better make some way\n  For new talent that pretty much\n  Covers state to state\n  But when it's all said and done\n  I'll be riding the back\n  Of Uncle Sam gettin' drunk\n  With my eyes on his cash\n\n  Why you pursuin' the cash, bro?\n  I'm doin' the math flows\n  Spittin' more dirty shit\n  Than players chewin' tobacco\n  Raggin' they glassfuls\n  And how they pimp slap hoes\n  But I think I'll be less bored\n  Watchin grass grow, asshole\n  I'm not a new face\n  I know this record shit's\n  A big loot race\n  They asked to see my tour budget\n  I held up my shoelace\n  You could only afford two plane tickets\n  And some toothpaste\n  Hey yo, Eso, help me\n  Shove Izm in my suitcase\n\n  Hey yo, Melbourne (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n\n  Adelaide, (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad 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face\nI know this record shit's\nA big loot race\nThey asked to see my tour budget\nI held up my shoelace\nYou could only afford two plane tickets\nAnd some toothpaste\nHey yo, Eso, help me\nShove Izm in my suitcase\n\nHey yo, Melbourne (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nAdelaide, (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\n\nSo you got the first record\nAt the hip hop store\nYeah, that shit was fresh\nMan, but this is sophomore\n(Aw yeah)\nAnd I ain't even gotta ask\nIf you feel us\nYou know that Bliss N Eso throws\nThe illest bash in the village\nOh you know, bro\nIt's those nutty loco kids\nGet the crowd bouncin' like\nA sea of cats on pogo sticks\nWe on that next level\nDroppin' turds, bombin' ya whole plane\n2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane\n\nMy lab was built great\nPlush leather couches and silk drapes\nTry furniture made out of planks\nOf wooden milk crates\nWe both underground 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While on this mic I'm like\n[00:14.62] Ice in a cold glass\n[00:15.76] There's no doubt\n[00:17.00] I manhandle a track\n[00:18.49] And break this bitch down\n[00:19.76] Like Bam Bam with his bat\n[00:21.08] You players act pussy\n[00:22.49] Like Jessica Rabbit\n[00:23.65] I'mma hit you with some shit\n[00:25.14] That get ya head in a hammock\n[00:26.24] I'm that poet burst\n[00:27.44] On that park bench to smoke\n[00:29.04] The only Superman that knows\n[00:30.78] Clark Kent's a joke\n[00:31.84] A fist fuck freedom\n[00:33.21] I fight for my right\n[00:34.47] To hit the lab with a pad\n[00:35.92] And have the time of my life\n[00:37.02] You're damn right,\n[00:38.24] I been sparkin' up the highs\n[00:39.86] Takin' flight in the night\n[00:41.17] With my armored butterflies\n[00:42.59] But notice I throw bricks\n[00:44.08] I'm heaven sent, bro\n[00:45.32] It's no shit, my flow's sick\n[00:46.82] I represent, so\n[00:48.08] Drown in my dreams\n[00:49.48] When you look at my 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lads\nLike graff on a wall\nThat's right, we gotta maintain\nAnd struggle through the drama\nAnd stay on the rise\nLike bubbles in my lager\nBut right now\nYou better make some way\nFor new talent that pretty much\nCovers state to state\nBut when it's all said and done\nI'll be riding the back\nOf Uncle Sam gettin' drunk\nWith my eyes on his cash\nWhy you pursuin' the cash, bro?\nI'm doin' the math flows\nSpittin' more dirty shit\nThan players chewin' tobacco\nRaggin' they glassfuls\nAnd how they pimp slap hoes\nBut I think I'll be less bored\nWatchin grass grow, asshole\nI'm not a new face\nI know this record shit's\nA big loot race\nThey asked to see my tour budget\nI held up my shoelace\nYou could only afford two plane tickets\nAnd some toothpaste\nHey yo, Eso, help me\nShove Izm in my suitcase\nHey yo, Melbourne (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nAdelaide, (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nSo you got the first record\nAt the hip hop store\nYeah, that shit was fresh\nMan, but this is sophomore\n(aw yeah)\nAnd I ain't even gotta ask\nIf you feel us\nYou know that Bliss N Eso throws\nThe illest bash in the village\nOh you know, bro\nIt's those nutty loco kids\nGet the crowd bouncin' like\nA sea of cats on pogo sticks\nWe on that next level\nDroppin' turds, bombin' ya whole plane\n2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane\nMy lab was built great\nPlush leather couches and silk drapes\nTry furniture made out of planks\nOf wooden milk crates\nWe both underground blokes\nSpittin' profound quotes\nSippin' the local lager\nMingling with the town folk\nJust two white boys\nAnd a half Arab man\nTravel the land in an\nOld busted thrash caravan\nSee, hip hop finds us\nWhen we feel all lost\nSo we gon' ride this motherfucker\n'til the wheels fall off\nHey yo, Perth (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nHey yo, Tassie (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nHey yo, Canberra (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nByron Bay, (what what)\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nTo the rest of the land\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight\nYour style is mad tight [x8]","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mad Tight (Phazed Out)\n  artist: Bliss n Eso\n  album: Day Of The Dog (Phazed Out)\n  duration_ms: 230000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo, check me out right here\n  You see, these rappers are unhappy\n  With the price of the gold card\n  While on this mic I'm like\n  Ice in a cold glass\n  There's no doubt\n  I manhandle a track\n  And break this bitch down\n  Like Bam Bam with his bat\n  You players act pussy\n  Like Jessica Rabbit\n  I'mma hit you with some shit\n  That get ya head in a hammock\n  I'm that poet burst\n  On that park bench to smoke\n  The only Superman that knows\n  Clark Kent's a joke\n  A fist fuck freedom\n  I fight for my right\n  To hit the lab with a pad\n  And have the time of my life\n  You're damn right,\n  I been sparkin' up the highs\n  Takin' flight in the night\n  With my armored butterflies\n  But notice I throw bricks\n  I'm heaven sent, bro\n  It's no shit, my flow's sick\n  I represent, so\n  Drown in my dreams\n  When you look at my eyes\n  And just bounce to the beat\n  And prove the boogie's alive\n  Hey yo, Sydney (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Hey yo, Brissy (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  See, i dream to be\n  On TV flashin' my balls\n  Throwin' it up for my lads\n  Like graff on a wall\n  That's right, we gotta maintain\n  And struggle through the drama\n  And stay on the rise\n  Like bubbles in my lager\n  But right now\n  You better make some way\n  For new talent that pretty much\n  Covers state to state\n  But when it's all said and done\n  I'll be riding the back\n  Of Uncle Sam gettin' drunk\n  With my eyes on his cash\n  Why you pursuin' the cash, bro?\n  I'm doin' the math flows\n  Spittin' more dirty shit\n  Than players chewin' tobacco\n  Raggin' they glassfuls\n  And how they pimp slap hoes\n  But I think I'll be less bored\n  Watchin grass grow, asshole\n  I'm not a new face\n  I know this record shit's\n  A big loot race\n  They asked to see my tour budget\n  I held up my shoelace\n  You could only afford two plane tickets\n  And some toothpaste\n  Hey yo, Eso, help me\n  Shove Izm in my suitcase\n  Hey yo, Melbourne (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Adelaide, (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  So you got the first record\n  At the hip hop store\n  Yeah, that shit was fresh\n  Man, but this is sophomore\n  (aw yeah)\n  And I ain't even gotta ask\n  If you feel us\n  You know that Bliss N Eso throws\n  The illest bash in the village\n  Oh you know, bro\n  It's those nutty loco kids\n  Get the crowd bouncin' like\n  A sea of cats on pogo sticks\n  We on that next level\n  Droppin' turds, bombin' ya whole plane\n  2008 rap Jonathan Coltrane\n  My lab was built great\n  Plush leather couches and silk drapes\n  Try furniture made out of planks\n  Of wooden milk crates\n  We both underground blokes\n  Spittin' profound quotes\n  Sippin' the local lager\n  Mingling with the town folk\n  Just two white boys\n  And a half Arab man\n  Travel the land in an\n  Old busted thrash caravan\n  See, hip hop finds us\n  When we feel all lost\n  So we gon' ride this motherfucker\n  'til the wheels fall off\n  Hey yo, Perth (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Hey yo, Tassie (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Hey yo, Canberra (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Byron Bay, (what what)\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  To the rest of the land\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight\n  Your style is mad tight [x8]\n"}]