Coppin' It Sweet - Bliss n Eso

He was just copping it sweet

Copping it sweet?

Yo, Bliss n Eso is a chance to see

Something different from another cheap dance routine

I’m a, fist for freedom, I’m as deep as it gets

I don’t own a home in Rome or have keys to a jet

But on this mic i write like life’s just another lovely day

I won’t stress at no desk for another croppy pay

We drop for the intelligent, do this for the kids

I don’t have to fit their image bro my crew is on some shit

On some shit, hold up!

Who just stepped in some place?

Like flipping them flows and ripping themselves without a second to waste?

Yo my name is Bliss and I admit that I’m bumpin' the bomb shit

I’m just a yank who’s splittin' join the country of convicts

Full of Africans, Indians, Asians, South a north Americans, Arabs, Europians,

man, no matter what your heritage

This country is like hip hop, it don’t matter where you came from

We all a part of it, And get down under the same drums

Well I don’t know where I’m going but I know where I’ve been and I can tell you

that this is true

(This is true)

Without a dollar to my name or a care in the world, there ain’t nothing that I

can’t do

(Nothing that I can’t do)

(Play on)

To the rapper who be rocking the crowd

(Play on)

To the band who be knocking them out

(Play on)

Cos hot damn it’s a Saturday night

We gunna bring it how we living when we grabbing the mic

(Check it check it)

See people get so caught up in their careers and their shit right

An take it so serious that yo they forget to live life

Like who are you and (How you living)

Why you rapping (What's your motive)

What you making (What's your planet)

Where you at (And where you from)

Fuck that, Get up, Drop the flow, What’s not to blow

Jump up, Jump back, It’s a jump off, Geronimo

Rock a show, At the pack festival to make an exit

Now check this for a second bro and look at what you left with

You gotta pickit fence, A pool and a mortgage

Divorced wife 3 kids 2 porshes

Worked hard for the joys of the wealth

But on the way, did you enjoy yourself?

Spent 50 years at your 9−5, Rich but sad by the time you die

Chasing their dreams just blinds the mind, Now snap has gone keep it right on

the time

Just knock off early (Crack a beer and)

Dust them shoulders (Wipe them tears and)

Walk and talk and (Hit the club and)

Loosen your tie and (Feel the buzzing)

Feel the loving (Paint a picture)

We all in the same LIFE BOAT

Live to the max an smash the gas

Til the tank’s all empty and die

Well I don’t know where I’m going but I know where I’ve been and I can tell you

that this is true

(This is true)

Without a dollar to my name or a care in the world

There ain’t nothing that I can’t do

(Nothing that I can’t do)

(play on)

To the DJ who be dropping the beat

(play on)

To the people who be copping it sweet

(play on)

For the music, For persuing the loot

We bring it down right and gut it when we doing the doot

Till the end of the week, I live by the beat

Like you never check the check

If you don’t move your feet

Then I don’t eat, So we like neck to neck

So stop, Drop lets go, Get up

Sup now, We’re brothers, And with a fist brother throw it up

It’s hip hop down under when we’re dropping a beat, You in a house?

(Hell yeah)

Well then you’re copping it sweet

So stop, Drop lets go, Get up

Sup now, We’re brothers, And with a fist brother throw it up

It’s hip hop down under when we’re dropping a beat, You in a house?

(Hell yeah)

Well then you’re copping it sweet

Well I don’t know where I’m going but I know where I’ve been and I can tell you

that this is true

(This is true)

Without a dollar to my name or a care in the world

There ain’t nothin' that I can’t do

(Nothing that I can’t do)

(Play on)

To the rapper who be rocking the crowd

(Play on)

To the band who be knocking them out

(Play on)

Coz hot damn it’s a Saturday night

We gunna bring it how we living when we grabbing the mic

(Play on)

To the dj who be droppin' the beat

(Play on)

To the people who be coppin' it sweet

(Play on)

For the music, For persuing the loot

We bring it down right and gut it when we doing the doot

(woooooo)

Till the end of the week, I live by the beat

Like you never check the check

If you don’t move your feet

Then I don’t eat, So we like neck to neck