Coppin' It Sweet (Phazed Out)

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 dollor 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



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Writer(s): Mark Landon, Unknown Composer Author
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