Cover art for Blissful Agony by Ransom & V Don

Blissful Agony

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Dec. 16, 20221 viewer

Blissful Agony Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Listen, I'm this generation's Christopher Wallace, I'm their Shawn Carter
A Nasir Jones for those who's missin' their fathers
Not an artist who gon' switch to a vlogger
A meticulous martyr, music is larger but it's missin' nostalgia
Bringing that feeling back, flipping the karma for those addicted to trauma
I flow as vicious as Dahmer
My soul's been dipped in the armor, I'm known for flippin' entendres
You should listen to Sandra, I'm so much more than these pricks in this genre
You crossin' over, get stripped by some mambas
We three indigenous monsters
Evil as Reagan with some bricks from the Contras
Life is a blessin', let's stick to this mantra
My rеnditions'll haunt ya, thinkin' out loud got you missin' your sponsors
Your freest thoughts is worth your weight in gold
We was nevеr free to think, was taught to take the safest road
When they oppose, save your soul
You might have to drive but can't even pay the tolls
That pain is old, it won't go away, so we got some ways to go

[Verse 2: J. Arrr]
Yeah, every verse I've been killin' 'em all, sinister thoughts
When you gotta play this game you love with no feelings involved
Say they droppin' jewels, that same shit from the middle of malls
By the time you find your heroes, fake it, no villains to call
Too many flows, no ceilings or walls
Try to box me in, I'm Ray Leonard with bars
Sketchy niggas get erased, I never needed a pencil to draw
Tryna compare us, go bare, dribbling balls with Lillard or Paul
I see a thread, it can't stitch to this cloth
We cut different like scissors for gauze
Had me marked for death, now understand I'm hard to kill but ain't Mr. Seagal
Can't front 'cause some situations came close but ain't lit the cigars
They'll show you hate once your skill has evolved
Know it's a lot but shit you gotta turn your back on them pillars of salt
Fight for your people, they feel it's assault
I'm done stressin' with tryin' to guess if they feel us at all
[Verse 3: Mad Squablz]
Growin' up my mama told me to smile more, my style raw
Only provided dope shit and not an ounce more
I'm Al Gore, deal with all my vices, I done found flaws
Astound frauds, let them get a whiff of these profound thoughts
Wicked when I sound off, the mission wasn't vicious 'til I found cause
Sadistic with these wishes like I'm Falcone, the kismet isn't miles gone
In fact it's at my fingertips
And when it's time to answer for my wrongs, I ain't gon' plead the fifth
I ain't gon' take the scenic strip, I'm attackin' it head on
It's a fact that I'm well off tryna proceed with grit, gradually procedures stick
Happily my dreams ain't never need a switch
A vivid masterpiece is what my schemes emit
Only rock with legends like I'm Stevie, Prince, Jackson
If he had to ask what happened, I'd just leave him bent
If you need me on your team, shit, that's an easy pick
My fleet equipped, we settin' rooms on fire like Stevie Nicks

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December 16, 2022
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