Tear The Roof Off Bliss n Eso (Ft. Watsky)

[Verse 1: Bliss]
Uh
Tell 'em what it is, hit 'em with the manifesto
When I write every pen strokes like a fresco
That is sprawled on the walls of your mental
You ain't get the memo, shit
Better check mate 'cause I'm making moves like a chess pro
Free My Mind like En Vogue
'Cause I'm a fucking Hail Mary that is caught in the end zone
No strings attached from the get-go
I'm real, boy, like the wish of Geppetto
Shit man, I was born a rebel
Been playing this game way before Nintendo
Ever since I could record a demo
Makin’ a mic out of a corded headphone
Got bars locked down with a record to release
To make it big from the pen like Gordon Gecko
When the beat bass leave 'em on the zemo
I killed that bitch with a Jordan-esque flow
And as sure as that go
Ride around the planet quicker than a fucking soaring jet goes
Keep getting louder like more crescendo
The hands of the crowd are now horns of devils
I’m amped now, never have doubts, settle back down
Charge the track so hard it's a black out