Bliss & DeeAre (Ascended Masters) - Gate Keepers lyrics

Verse 1 (Bliss) This is a tale of sim city Robotic droning a grim pity Divy the sh**ty 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 ba** 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** 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 gla** 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 d**h 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 pa**ion 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