Bliss & DeeAre (Ascended Masters) - True Grit lyrics

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 horns And the terrential storm Redefining the norm By rewriting your own lore I am the heartist Artist see more Verse 2 (Bliss) Aimin my artillery Stingin em Like the k**er 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 hell 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**ery Don't f** 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 licks Click click 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 horns 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** 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** I make music everlasting You got one liners They'll make me skip pa**ed 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** You can stay on that level Ill speak up here through the music