Bliss n Eso, KYE - Soldier On lyrics

Yo, Bliss n Eso is like back and fourth
Like Jack n Torch and trust me
We tap the source and rap
With force but fuck me
These rapping dorks are crap of course
So why when we do a show it's
Always as these whack cats' support
And why do there tracks go
North and ours go nowhere

Why do I lack a Porche why is it no fair
Please pull your fucking skirt up
I'm proud of everything we've done
And everything we've worked for
And I wouldn't redo shit if
I could I feel darko
'Cause if I open for ya'll
It's still our show
Bliss, I'm just a brother with a given goal
So don't you dare try to shove
Me in that pigeon hole
Of being boring and lame to
Gain fortune and fame
When I just walk the darkness with
A torch and a flame

When it's pouring with rain
I drop gems in the drizzle
And stay forging our name where
My pen is a chisel
Where my mind is a mallet
I'm rhyming to Alice
And gallop through sleepy hollows to
The side of a palace
Man I could dive in the sunrise
I could swim in this breeze
This poem makes me a jungle
And I'm swinging from trees
What could u possibly utter to
Be like stopping us brother
When we out on the road man all we
Got is each other sloggin it out (c'mon)
On the sundick round circuit
Just running a muck

It's like a three clowned circus
But we found purpose to speak our minds
Through beats and rhymes and we
Ain't even reached our prime
I'm just a poetry peddler who
Found the lavish gold
And you can see it too it's
Just down this rabbit hole

Oh, I've been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me
Strong so I can soldier on
Been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me
Strong so I can soldier on

(Yo check me out right here)
On this mic I'm a stampeding buffalo
My fingers paint pictures of a
Man cleaning up his throne
Getting ready for any attack
'Cause me and this mic
Have become very attatched
And I won't let go of this
Feeling I've got in my belly
The revolution is here and it's
Not on your tellie
Have you ever had to hate when
You're trying to be calm
Have you ever had your own
Mother die in your arms

Well I have and her outlook keeps me strong
The rolling stone of this home
Since shes been gone
So I know what it's like
Too only have your crew
Where meaning seems lost and you
Know you have too choose
To get up or get down when
Life's trying to be serious
Like get up like school's out
And life's a free period
But when it happened I didn't wanna go out
'Cause if people couldn't relate
Shit I'd wanna throw down
So how can I write and stay out for the cause
When hell's in my lounge room and
There's doubt in my thoughts
It was the sun through a smile
When I look at her pictures
It's the face that my rapping not
A hook for the riches

And if I give you my heart
I hope it makes me rich
'Cause, I don't roll in a
Roice like a Jay-Z clip
But, if you're fake you're rich bro
Take these hints
That's just Satan bum fucking
You for eighteen cents
But me I'm willing too roll
I'm willing too ride
Shit I'm still in control I'm
Still on this mic

Oh, I been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me
Strong so I can soldier on
Been marching for so long
Representing where I'm from
When I make these songs it makes me
Strong so I can soldier on