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 [bad word] down
 Got the spare parts, bought an old radiator
 Built a spaceship with phrase, audio aviator

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 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 [bad word] round
 cause I'm known for hitting that [bad word] like Chris Brown!
 Say get down! Shake, rattle and roll
 The crowd is [bad word] 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 [bad word] raise the roof
 I do the drunken river dance, my [bad word] favourite move
 And if life's a beach, then I breathe with it happily
 cause just like that I turn dreams to reality

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 [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 [bad word] 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

 [Chorus: 2X]

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