Left you deaded and beheaded
Tend to plutonium
Words physically embedded
Mathematics
Your existence erroneous
Christian Darwinism
Your position of holiness
An efficient catechism
My batch of wisdom had me trapped in aphorisms like a mental prison
Forced attrition, observe euphemisms
Intercontinental alliance just like United Nations
They steady waiting for the drip just like cancer patients
Morphine spit
Can more fiеnds equip than a needle exchanging organ
Wе rip just to get a fix
Spit fire like Bliss in a robbery, heavy automatic
Requires you to quit idolatry
Ready, set, monastics
Erratic with statics
Come and feed your habit
Mic stab ‘em superstars chasing the dragon
My lab verbal chemistry
Murder back ministry
Oral surgery
Purging free of the industry
We come intelligent
The music is nothing nice
The electroshock from my brain can split an atom twice
The mic device is my weapon
Slash you with blades attached
I’m an emcee from the future, coming to blaze the past
Embrace the mask that they covered up on the face of me
Hiding what’s real as the fake ones try erasing me
Defacing me, my culture
Everything that I stand for
I stand tall while you’re still paying rent to your landlord
We bleeding hearts
We write our lyrics with blood with a vision of what we love buried underneath the mud
They raping all of us and most ain’t even noticed yet
Biting sh#t, claiming it’s theirs ’til they collect the check
What’s next?
They already killed Pac and Biggie now
Going to war, bringing the underground with me
No pity
We bombing your politics, claiming hip-hop
You’re not taking me alive, I’m coming ’til my heart stops
I am legend
Iron weapon
High stepping
Piles of fire resin
Mind-bending
Fly a thousand miles a second times seven
FBI wire shredding
Forced from the underground sectors of New York
Rugged sound blessing the records that fuel thought
Require high levels
I’m classified prolific
Mind embedded, my writing method is shamanistic
Style exhibit, wild to the scientific
Your album’s a gem, but mine is the diamond district
My gift is bulletproof and intact
I move in pitch black
Maneuver with the big gats
Marksman dark skin sharpshooter, the king’s back
Walk with the
You fools have to chit chat
Everything I write the truth, that’s a straight fact
To raise spirits like witchcraft
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Bliss, DeeAre Lyrics – Nivico