"It's Working" as written by and Jonathan Vincent Notley Max Donald Mackinnon....
[GUY:]
Things Have Just Started.

[Berni Mac:]
Here I am MotherFucker..Here I Am..
Told You I Was Coming Didnt I Tell Ya? YEAHHH!!

[Bliss:]
Ahh shit, I think we just fucked up the industry,
Cuz every tall dick and dumb cunt is dissing thy,
B-l-i-s-s Plus Eso N Izm,
So this is detecated to you, so you best go and listen,
Now...
Dont you try to tell me what Hip Hop is not,
You dont own that motherfucker, man you got its pops,
I'm gunna chop the crops, I'm gunna cop the rocks,
I'm gunna cock the glock, And they're gunna pop the shot,
But us all were gunna do is gunna rock the spot,
He have to trot, It's not our fault we top the lot,
You just cant hack it can you? You lost the plot,
So put your whack album out and imma watch it flop,
So calm my cock, And quit acting tough,
You mad at us, Cuz at a show you lack the punch,
To pack at cunts, And hear more then act at once,
with every front row minger trying to snatch your nuts
Ya rapping sucks, Ya faggots chumps the facts are rough,
Imma sell out man that just cracks me up,
So back the fuck, Up the lessons when you step to me,
And dont you dare every question try my intergreity,
Even your means diss is like a harmless joke,
Dude I'm right here quit dissing a bar of soap,
You farmets choke knowing my style is ill,
You can hate us all you want but you can't deny the skill,
So fire at will, And any song you tired still,
Wont even affect me, And a smile and chill,
So please its over, Someone give me a drum roll,
You numb skulls, Can take right straight up the bum hole.

[Chorus: Bliss]
Hit Me Hit Me High.. Hit Me Hit Me Low...
It Dont Really Matter Cuz You Know Were Gunna Grow
Its Working... [Scratches]

[Verse 2: Eso]

You see, Bliss N Eso's back and thats a guarenteed banger
If you haven't seen us, then you haven't seen hammers
Hit concrete and then bloom something beautiful
Because this song means theres no room for the usual
So get off my ?? I'm proud and broke
My head is a notepad and a cloud of smoke
Jealous rats in the city, they know I'm king coz I remodel the world with the flo I bring
See you rap for the cash and I pity your job, my styles wild like the child from the city you've got,
And Eso's headspace is something you can't touch,
Headbobbing at me, is like fucking with hard drugs
In the park drunk, living it up with my state-to-state crews, not giving a fuck
We stay fresh
Even when shit gets so bad that we've gotta be fathers for those kids with no dads
And thats how we bust and build this
put my heart in it, bro, touch the real shit
Theres no word to describe how real it's been
But I feels like flying down steap hills in wheely bins
I did it my way, I self-promote
This ain't Bentleys parked out front of wealthy homes,
This is for those whos words aren't usually heard,
Who can grab that mic and bloody prove what they're worth.
I'm not a player at a picnic with my biscut cost
I'm not the type to ass kiss the boss
I'm that guy that wipes out like fifty blocks, that middle finger up kids give the cops.

[Chorus: Bliss]
Hit Me Hit Me High.. Hit Me Hit Me Low...
It Dont Really Matter Cuz You Know Were Gunna Grow
Its Working...


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    General Commentyeah, lyrics aren't perfect.
    let me know what you find.
    bleedthecoloursopenon December 18, 2007   Link

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