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letra de true grit - bliss & deeare (ascended masters)

verse 1 (bliss)

i’m the grittiest misfit
prettiest and hideous
rolled into one
delight of the night
holding a gun
when i speak
i pull the trigger
at the split of the sun
hit the horizon
going faster
then the reloaded drum
prepare for a stunning
calypso of the fear form
a hard hitting pistol
whip you into a still born
clip you until
you popped into a pill form
a thrill torn
by the sound of the real h-rns
and the terrential storm
redefining the norm
by rewriting your own lore
i am the heartist
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verse 2 (bliss)

aimin my artillery
stingin em
like the k!ller bee
filler free
poisonous spit
remember me
i was the one
you called weak
when you slept on me
and now the sun is gone
bleak
since you crept on me
you wept for free
and now
you want a warm shoulder?
don’t step on me
and expect for some help over
you can yelp
til you’re blue in the face
whining crying
till you glued in one place
i pace
and you pace
twenty in fact
turn around for a duel
you owe me that
revolver in hand
its a fair game
one shot in life
is all that gods gave
one spotless shine
is all thats played
rephrase what you made
till you new and replaced
that bad taste
is what h-ll feels like
no time to chase
the case
come see what life looks like
not that false reality
that you come to be
im done with f-ckery
don’t f-ck with me
unless you ready to battle
i make love to the beat
but its time to cut the snakes rattle
splatter your grey matter
til the pain is fatter than
that nonsense you peddle
wasted chatter
straight static
i shoot flames when i spit
you puke brains
when it hits
no use to complain
just exit
before the damage is done
savagely spun
off the quick hip
this is a sick trip
like lsd l!cks
cl!ck cl!ck
now spark the tip
boom when its lit
you wanted war
then ill bring it
to your doorstep
floor it fast
case you wanna
float on past
my watch dogs
we squash hogs
by the crew
and lock h-rns
when we do
glock tore through
the few
who sit in the stue
and pretend to do work
not about who you know
its about who you are
i know the truth hurts
can you spit right on bar
im not ill by far
but i make the attempt
some people sit around
and don’t even do it
just talks sh-t
till the day of the coptic
then you sit and pray
that ain’t the object
if real recognize real
i can’t even see you
if deals mechanized meals
i can’t say that id eat you
putrid to the tongue
lashed out by the gun
of my verbal grit
eternal sh-t
i make music everlasting
you got one liners
they’ll make me skip p-ssed it
tragic really
but i can’t say that i blame you
if i had nothing to speak
tho i wouldn’t have came through
have an opinion
but don’t voice it to me
reign your dominion
don’t poison my city
i take pity on those with no spine
don’t dine with miserable swine
that live in their own sh-t
you can stay on that level
ill speak up here through the music

- bliss deeare ascended masters

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