Bliss n Eso feat. Kye Soldier On Lyrics

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[Verse 1 - Bliss]
Yo, bliss n eso is like back and fourth like jack n torch and trust me
We tap the source and rap with force but fuck me
These rappin dorks are crap of course
So why when we do a show its always as these whack cats support
And why do there tracks go north and ours go nowhere
Why do I lack a porche why is it no fair
Please pull your fuckin skirt up
I'm proud of everything we've done
And everything we've worked for

And I wouldn't read you shit if I could I feel darko
Coz if I open for ya''ll its still our show
Bliss, I'm just a brother with a given goal
So don't you dare try too shove me in that pigeon hole
Of being boring and lame
To gain fortunate and fame
When I just walk the darkness with a torch and a flame
When its pooring with rain
I drop gems in the drizzle
And stay forgin are name
Where my pen is a chisel
Where my mind is a malet
I'm rhyming to Alice
And gallop through sleepy hollows to the side of a palace

Man I could dive in the sunrise
I could swim in this breeze
This poem makes me a jungle and I'm swinging from trees
What could u possibly utter to be like stopping us brother
When we out on the road man all we got is each other sloggin it out (cumon)
On the sundick round circuit
Just running a muck
Its like a three clowned circus
But we found purpose too speak our minds
Through beats and rhymes
And we ain't even reached our prime
I'm just a poetry peddler
Who found the lavish gold
And you can see it too it's just down this rabit hole

[Chorus]
Oh I've been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on
Been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on

[Verse 2 - Eso]
(yo check me out right here)
On this mic I'm a stanpeeding buffalo
My fingers paint pictures of a man cleaning up his thrown
Getting ready for any attack
Coz me and this mic have become very attatched
And I won't let go of this feeling I've got in my bellie the revolution is here
And its not on your tellie

Have you ever had too hate when ur tryna be calm
Have u ever had your own mother die in your arms
Well I have and her outlook keeps me strong
The rolling stone of this home since shes been gone
So I know what its like too only have your crew
Where meaning seems lost and you know you have too choose
Too get up or get down when life's tryna be serious, like get up
Like schools out and life's a free period
But when it happened I didn't wanna go out
Coz if people couldn't relate shit id wanna throw down

So how can I write and stay out for the cause
When hells in my lounge room and there's doubt in my thoughts
It was the sun through a smile when I look at her pictures
Its the face that my rapping not a hook for the riches
And if I give you my heart
I hope it mkaes me rich
Coz I don't roll in a roice like a jay-z clip
But if you fake your rich bro
Take these hints
That's just satin bum fucking you for 18 cents
But me I'm willing too roll I'm willing too ride
Shit I'm still in control I'm still on this mic

[Chorus]
Oh I been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on
Been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me strong so I can soldier on

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