man I’ve been around the block
and I’ve seen a lot of faces
made a lot of friends
and I drunk a lot of cases
oh my, we just take people up
so high, to find faith in the love

welcome to the old pictured
house on the hilltop
midnight movies screen
while my quill jots
a chilled spot, a foreign place
just follow the usher
his name is Norman Bates
and he will seat you in my head
when I’m performing late
and you can feel how I miss
my girl's warm embrace
this is a lonely road
I can’t ignore the fate
it's what I only know
I was born to make
is hip hop freedom
until the craving is over
in a land of starving emcees
and shady promoters?
hey, Bliss raps for the country
yeah, that’s a nifty assumption
well it is the green and gold
yeah, the fifties and hundreds.

it's like we're modern day
rap slaves on a crap wage
but in the six pack
with ten cats backstage
sleeping on floors,
fast food sipping on ...
economy class pimp bitch
piss in a bottle
to read our name on a flyer
yeah I’mma crack the shits
I need a magnifying glass
yo, this is backwards Bliss
like I’mma shit in the shower
and I’mma jump in the shitter,
'cause we're the kids with the power
but the runts of the litter
and now you cunts are just bitter
'cause we must crap gold nuggets
yo, they digging our shit
that we made from no budget
but I‘m still selling kicks
stuffed in a cell
cooped up in them all
but I keep trucking
through hell for this

hip hop movement
there ain't no pit stop's view and
this is a colorful world
if you adapt to life
but I can’t feel ya real
if it's black and white

this is a hip hop movement
there ain't no pit stop's view and
this is a colorful world
if you adapt to life
but I can’t feel ya real
if it's black and white

yo, Esoterik and Bliss
is an intelligent twist
of life (it strikes)
that fights hell with a kiss
upper class always looks
and gives me shit
'cause I’m a white kid
that bounces on a beat
like Jimmy Cliff
singing this, got me high
like music was a drug
oh shit, tell ‘em why
'cause I do this for the love
but there’s no love
cash will kill your marriages
you know I’m so chat
to chill in chariots
but we're broke
and can’t afford the fast life
so we flow
like hover boards in half pipe
I think like I drink
'til the whole case drunk,
in a cold world killing the bedbugs

they live in a mansion
I live in a shed but
when I spit it hits
like an infinite head rub
so Grammy’s for the
gangsters playin' the part,
one love for my heirs
that can savor the art
cause when I write
I rhyme like a day in the park
and use Mother Nature's
rib cage as a harp
and look forward to the future
like Sydney in December
and express experience
like Jimmy on a bender
avenge your whole view
of looking at shit,
see things of fishermen
with a hook in your lip
and this is Bliss n Esoterikism
suffering pressure
you put these motherfuckers together
and nothing is fresher

(DJ scratches)

this is hip hop blues, man
you got a Hitchcock view and
this is a colorful world
if you adapt to life
but I can’t feel ya real
if it's black and white

this is hip hop blues man
you got a Hitchcock view and
this is a colorful world
if you adapt to life
but I can’t feel ya real
if it's black and white

it builds Bliss
when you’re 'round us
'cause we built this
from the ground up
and it still hits
like a town truck
with a steel fist
that hasn’t found love
but when he does
he remembers what its like
to live in this
world as one
despite our differences
change is here
and the vision is ours
within seconds the pavement
was littered with flowers
you know the rapping shit's shady
know what I mean
she’s so blow and
your shit still ain't even
close to so-so
oh no, did I just feel
them paying homage
and not conform to
whatever the fuck you say hot is?
you’re living off old school props
give it up fool, you lost
our spitting will hold you
hostage for that gold your rock
it's bullshit (oops!) meditate
it's Bliss n Esoterikism
fucker, get it straight

this is hip hop blues, man
you got a Hitchcock view and
this is a colorful world
if you adapt to life
but I can’t feel ya real
if it's black and white

this is hip hop blues, man
you got a Hitchcock view and
this is a colorful world
if you adapt to life
but I can’t feel ya real
if it's black and white

maybe that’ll teach ya


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