Lời bài hát: Bliss N Eso. Woodstock 2008.

Here the pistols pump,
here the engine roar
Thats my heart and soul
trying to bend the law
It's a beautiful night
to fly like a phoenix
Bang the beat
and get high like I'm Jesus

I had a choice
before i got lost on the canvas
Conform to the norm,
or go off on a tangent
To a field of dreams,
we built it with no bucks
So I aimed for the stars
and tilted my scope up

Suddenly at gigs
we were packing the floor,
having 'em roar
It took 2 LP's
to get a crack in the door
Here's Johnny,
but I'm happy of course
I talk total true thoughts
when I'm tackling tours
Matter fact, I just rap,
not a cat with a Porsche
I'm a tug-of-war of words
whirling backwards and fowards
And I cant get enough of this feeling,
blaze the bonfire
up on this beach and

Welcome to Woodstock 2 double o 8
You better buckle up,
this ride has no breaks
I'm 'a fang the bitch,
till it flames out the back
Out of control like a train off it's tracks

You know God damn well
who burnt the house down
Buried the bullshit
and turned the sound round
B.E.I, we bring it back to Basics
And get the whole crowd ape shit

~Hook:
Well I've been slaving for 5 days,
and finally the weekend's arrived
The walls and roof is on fire,
now that's what I call saturday night

See if the vibe is right
and the beat is tight
Trust me my brother we gon' eat tonight
And that's a 7 course meal
for my people in the gutter
If we all can't share,
I ain't eating mutherfucker

I went down to the woods
and took a look into my soul and
A kaleidoscope of colours
started cooking in my couldren
In a dark world I gotta fight
through the cruel night
Spread my wings,
take flight into moonlight

Im just basking in the sunshine
of fates soothing innocence
Painting with a personal pallet
of moving images
I am my lifes editor,
you bet i might be that
Jedi Knight on your red eye flight

Direct like Billy Walsh,
I'm in charge like the Dalai Lama
Roll with my Entourage
like Johnny Drama
Sky surf a computer of destiny
Back at the Bliss batch,
booze and Buddha is the recipe

It's a baboon bash,
a barbarian ball
Where we all get together
and we never get bored
Yeah we're clever with the swords,
looked what popped out bitch
Came stomping through your hood
with this knock out shit

~Hook~

I don't move crack rock
in a fat sock
I move dope rhymes
snap locked in a laptop
Going 80 on the freeway,
chillin with my DJ
hot to trot
and we drop with no delay

This is my heart and soul bra,
my art and culture
We hold this bitch down
like Spartan soldiers
So God forsake me for tellin my rhyme
But big Macka does tell it on time

With the sirens blaring
I rock the damn Richter
I'm the fire Aries,
the cosmic transmitter

I cant complain
that you dont know my name
And if that's the case
then baby please let me explain
It be that Lumberjack Macka
and Johnathon Coltrane
Izm in the back,
digging through the wax,
doing his thing

God forsake me
God forsake what we do in the hood
God forsake me
God forsake what we do in the hood
God forsake me
God forsake what we do in the hood
God forsake me
big Macka is up to no good

~Hook~ x2

~Eso Ending x 2:
Put the pedal to the metal,
I'm on another level,
you cannot bring me down
I never settle with the devil,
I'm a renegrade rebel,
you got to feel me now


(Thanks to jessi93 for these lyrics)