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letra de gate keepers - bliss & deeare (ascended masters)

verse 1 (bliss)

this is a tale of sim city
robotic droning a grim pity
divy the sh-tty to the 1 percent pretty
pay you a little ditty
to get down to the skivvys
oh what a gritty
gravy train we hittin
up with krylon
cover it
makin it privvy
to only unheards
if only the absurd
could take the
one word
make it majestic
like breathin
life into a dead city
wake up the living
giving it the hard
hitting
pulsation
feeling
like the drum
is my heart beating
the sample the vein
and the b-ss
the meeting of both
meaning to most
not usually recognizable
get down to the bone
to make it reconcilable
my part
un consolable
without the music
just mumbo jumbo
to ears who lose it
refuse to use it in
the proper dose
cause the love of the art
is what i offer most
nothin monetary
f-ck is solitude
without the solitary

verse 2 (bliss)

lets get it proper
like this is all
i got to offer
poppin off at the sound
walkin off if its bound
by process
lettin it flow
thats the object
like water out the tap
tricklin down
drip drop
the tickle profound
with hip hop
its the wrinkle in
time
that tinkers with
rhyme
links up my
mind with
design
of the god kind
creationism
and evolution
in one sign
one line
we dead em
and forget em
behead em
ten times
like the guillotine
rappers do believe
and the laughers unseen
mini
like the millipede
you still with me
get a feeling free
like floatin
on a cloud
above the highest tree
come fly with me
into the atmosphere
where atlas glares
into the gl-ss sheer
shedding a tear
for every one
who ain’t here
thunder storms
of fear
is what you hear
when my mind
starts to clear
we peer to peer like
torrent to client gear

corrosive toxic
meltin this city
like acid rain
the flacid flame
takin to light
its insane
spark a match
and bear the pain
nothin like watchin
it burn slow
painful death blow
causes the earth to cry low
i am the voice
and i speak for all who listen
i made that choice
when i clutched a mic
now given
its not easy
and it can get so illicit
my words ignight
a p-ssion in the wisdom
make you critical hit
think
like is this all that im missin
deep thought
connected to action
nuclear to fission
creating a rare seed
like babies with the vision
3rd eye open
and we never dismiss em
cleanin up the scene
like street sweepers
early to rise
late to leave
the gate keepers
super heroes of a sort
keepin the peace
skinnin the fleece
warmin the peeps
on the streets
bringin the heat
we are the elite

- bliss deeare ascended masters

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