Illusive Sounds - Gorilla Militia lyrics

[Intro: Eso] Aw yeah, just gettin' warmed up in here [Verse 1: Bliss] I'mma lay it down like this, yo, we didn't rush sh** Kick back and bubbled slow, Didn't s** dick Hit gas and rumbled roads, now, can you hear this Magic grumble grow we move like the drums Tic-tac and bumped a toe, spit facts with swift raps Untouchable with syntax to b**h slap a slumber With impact to hit past a Hubble probe Spin back to flip ma**ive summer shows (one, two, three, four...) Ill tunes, trip acid undertones Filled rooms that sit past the country's coast What if after this batch the bubble blows? Lord knows where the chit-chat And mumble's stowed Thrust in the ringmaster's Thunderdome Sniff crack with big cats with Wonder Dough But through all the mish-mash I wonder, bro, with that sh** I predict tragic troubles so I bring it back To this patch and drummers know Make peace to whiplash Up under his dome And pitch black with knick-knacks I fumble flow to fit tracks And this cracks the puzzle's code And infact since slick chaps Have bummed me clothes We're trailblazin' a lit path by jungle's glow So with a spliff packed with crumble drow I sit back in the Bliss bachelor's bungalow (Eso) Direct from the sh** shack At Lover's Grove I sit back with a six-pack and punch a cone Cause this lad will Bring back a bucket-load Of raw thick hash And zigzags on buffaloes I twist raps, I flip raps, you f**kin' know So kick back, Big Macka's comin' home No rich rags, I kick back So it's touch and go (one, two, three, four...) So splish splash, click clack Let's bust a flow (aw yeah...) Yo, when i start to get busy I'm off from Sin City There's no turning back Once Macka's on the track I'm like Jack Frost With a heatwave of new sh** (one, two, three, four...) So back off as i reclaim this music Yo, I'mma tell it how it is This is B.E.I. and i ain't Sellin' out for sh**, so Now you know who Spits the raw sound And taught these kids How to kick the door down Hours in the air, run for cover This world loves hatin' As the young may suffer It's like there's a Huge hunt for bu*ter But, funny thing is we All try to hunt for cover