The Anthem

Lyrics

[Intro: Bliss] Come on, yo, yo [Verse 1: Bliss, Esoterik] Yo, Australia? Copy? I'll spell it, you want rap stars? Well here's the coffee, you smell it, check your backyard We rap with no guns, no bullets, no triggers Still three young guns took over the island, go figure Leave 'em so bitter, like Eso with no liquor (Dumb cunt) (Yeah) These hoes bicker about whose flow's sicker But look up little minnows, do you spot the hawk? We're above your fuckin' pond, 'cause we walk the talk And every town we hit, we find an army on the same buzz (Yeah) We stole the show, the beer, and your dame's love So blame us, some bandits bumpin' out Are we some heartfelt artists, or just some drunken louts? (Drunk cunt) It's getting rough so I bust with my crew in the place And you can huff, you can puff till you're blue in the face When you're in the house, you know when you witness this sound We're the only cats to blow and bring this bitch down (Oh, yo) [Chorus: Bliss & Eso] This is the anthem to get off your arse Hit the pub, hit the club, and fill up your glass Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish Roasting pigs, ("How you livin'?") Broke as shit This is the anthem to get off your arse Hit the pub, hit the club, and fill up your glass Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish Roasting pigs, ("How you livin'?") Broke as shit [Verse 2: Esoterik, Bliss] When it comes to how I feel I'm a book that's ever lasting I'm a film that runs forever, I'm a crook that wears a class ring We are shook from all our marching, we cook to stop the starving You can't see us, but you hear us, like those kookaburras laughing I'm a broke bugger with a bus ticket to the promised land Who clutches the mic, like the ring in Golem's hand (precious) I got a plan, to get loose in the booth and crack it in one take And make fans storm the capital's front gates I've sipped water with God, he made the sun stop still Stared me dead in the eyes, told me money's not real Took the devil on a date, shouted her a schooner But still had my hatchet hidden, I doubt her when the moons up Staring at the sky like sunflowers in a lonely paddock Far away from gunpowder and their phoney magic I freak shit on a track like lovers under covers And Bliss n Eso roll like brothers from other mothers [Chorus: Bliss & Eso] This is the anthem to get off your arse Hit the pub, hit the club, and fill up your glass Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish Roasting pigs, ("How you livin'?") Broke as shit This is the anthem to get off your arse Hit the pub, hit the club, and fill up your glass Toast to this, coastal kids poaching fish Roasting pigs, ("How you livin'?") Broke as shit [Outro: DJ Izm] The anthem This is the anthem "How you livin'" "And there won't be no backstage party" "If these Aussie lads" "Don't get their beers"