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riskee & the ridicule - god tier lyrics

[chorus]
i feel like i’m on another plane, another dimension, run when normality beckons
everything just comes at once this is our sphere, there ain’t no bond here and that’s when you elevate into god tier

i feel like i’m on another plane, another dimension, run when normality beckons
everything just comes at once this is our sphere, there ain’t no bond here and that’s when you elevate into god tier

[verse 1]
break those chains, those chains ain’t yours to maintain, what’s the point in chasing fame, you’re never gonna see this place again. i will break those brains, reset everything that they create, i’m a bl++dy bloodhound in this game, i can see lies and i can smell fakes, dead it

i hold myself in such high esteem ’cause i plucked reality out of a dream, blew off the dirt and i kept what i like, i moulded the shape, tarted up the sides. keep your blind rage, we’ll craft the vision do what you do, we’ll do what you didn’t, when they talk about you and you don’t care that’s when you’ll elevate to god tier!

[verse 2]
i’m an iron fist in an iron glove, i’ll body any front man you’ve ever loved, we are not slaves we are not idols we are the underground we hold the title. i came from the dirt as did many to show you we were planted and not buried, we grow we do not rot, in bloom all year round we don’t stop

inflation skyrockets the wages remain, where is your fire where are your flames? where is the anger, where is your rage, i’m alright jack yeah i’m alright jane, dead it. you want rich but how do you want it? a fiesta in the forest or tesla to the office. if i’m honest time is the only commodity, my seconds ain’t for sale it’s my hours that honour me

who are you who am i? can we exhume truth from the lies? you play a role you are a character, you are a vessel you are an avatar. you are the worker you are the passenger, you are the driver but the manager manage ya. there’s no fast track no, there’s no time trafficker, there’s no shortcut sliding down the banister
the canister is already split open and the contents is already pre+written. open the box strike the flame, fl!ck the match light the game, wear your docs, wear your chain here’s the catch you’re the same. take your pain and package it up, they’ll market you as deranged and stuck. what do you know you’re just a fool, they can’t smell a thing sitting in their own stool!

- riskee the ridicule lyrics

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