| Yo, Bliss n Eso is like back and fourth like Jack n Torch and trust me
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| We tap the source and rap with force but fuck me
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| These rapping dorks are crap of course
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| So why when we do a show it’s always as these whack cats' support
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| And why do there tracks go north and ours go nowhere
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| Why do I lack a Porche why is it no fair
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| Please pull your fucking skirt up
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| I’m proud of everything we’ve done
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| And everything we’ve worked for
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| And I wouldn’t read you shit if I could I feel darko
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| 'Cause if I open for ya’ll it’s still our show
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| Bliss, I’m just a brother with a given goal
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| So don’t you dare try to shove me in that pigeon hole
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| Of being boring and lame to gain fortunate and fame
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| When I just walk the darkness with a torch and a flame
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| When it’s pouring with rain, I drop gems in the drizzle
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| And stay forging are name where my pen is a chisel
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| Where my mind is a mallet, I’m rhyming to Alice
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| And gallop through sleepy hollows to the side of a palace
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| Man I could dive in the sunrise
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| I could swim in this breeze
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| This poem makes me a jungle and I’m swinging from trees
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| What could u possibly utter to be like stopping us brother
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| When we out on the road man all we got is each other sloggin it out (c'mon)
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| On the sundick round circuit
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| Just running a muck, it’s like a three clowned circus
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| But we found purpose to speak our minds
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| Through beats and rhymes and we ain’t even reached our prime
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| I’m just a poetry peddler who found the lavish gold
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| And you can see it too it’s just down this rabbit hole
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| Oh I’ve been marching for so long
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| Representing where I’m from
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| When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on
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| Been marching for so long
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| Representing where I’m from
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| When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on
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| (Yo check me out right here)
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| On this mic I’m a stampeding buffalo
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| My fingers paint pictures of a man cleaning up his throne
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| Getting ready for any attack
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| 'Cause me and this mic have become very attatched
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| And I won’t let go of this feeling I’ve got in my belly
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| The revolution is here and it’s not on your tellie
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| Have you ever had to hate when you’re trying to be calm
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| Have you ever had your own mother die in your arms
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| Well I have and her outlook keeps me strong
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| The rolling stone of this home since shes been gone
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| So I know what its like too only have your crew
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| Where meaning seems lost and you know you have too choose
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| To get up or get down when life’s trying to be serious
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| Like get up like school’s out and life’s a free period
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| But when it happened I didn’t wanna go out
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| 'Cause if people couldn’t relate, shit I’d wanna throw down
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| So how can I write and stay out for the cause
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| When hell’s in my lounge room and there’s doubt in my thoughts
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| It was the sun through a smile when I look at her pictures
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| It’s the face that my rapping not a hook for the riches
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| And if I give you my heart, I hope it makes me rich
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| 'Cause I don’t roll in a roice like a Jay-Z clip
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| But if you’re fake you’re rich bro, take these hints
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| That’s just Satan bum fucking you for eighteen cents
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| But me I’m willing too roll I’m willing too ride
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| Shit I’m still in control I’m still on this mic
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| Oh I been marching for so long
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| Representing where I’m from
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| When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on
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| Been marching for so long
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| Representing where I’m from
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| When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on |