"Bliss & Risk" is the track that opened Rhya's rap chapter under Brute Force Records. It is a statement of intent — gritty production, wall-to-wall bars, and a thesis in the hook: chase the bliss, take the risk, miss no opportunity. Half warning shot, half manifesto, it set the tone for everything the label has released since.
Bump to the beat, like my fist to your teeth Someone hard to defeat, I'll leave your ass on the street I'm not just a chick, I got bars on repeat Make you look like a bitch, I'll fuck you up like a PIMP Now, what do I look like? I'm not the fucking nice type It's not just the hype guys, I'm the real authentic type hype They're the auto-tune type, who blows up overnight type But ain't got the right pipe, to stay on the high side Who's your idol in life? What's your goal tonight? You ain't got no ambition, may as well die off of white In addition, if you ain't got no mission, drowning slow, Fading like superstition, lost souls, trapped in a cold prison You don't need a cosmetician, run to the mirror, see what's missing Making no real progression, you're a slave to mind possession Wrapped in illusions, trapped in depression Blind to the truth, locked in your own suppression Bliss, miss no opportunity and risk Bliss Bliss, miss no opportunity and risk Bliss, bliss, miss no opportunity Late night rap bars, midnight Toro cigars Dreams of superstars, PRS private guitars Get brand-new cars, Pagani Huayra cars Don't you see the charms, lifestyle of Gods That's what you think you'll get, your ass finna be upset Wake up in cold sweats, life ain't safe bet! Them wolves on ya, don't forget, cross me I'll collect your debt I'm as avaricious as one can get, make you wish we never met Holes up in your chest, taste the eternal rest Got a problem? It's addressed, I blast it East and West I request, not suggest, got you stressed, you can't protest Challenge me, I become possessed No need to test, no need to quiz, only care about the biz This is my time who begins, say otherwise, you got mental ills Talk slick, your fate gets sealed It's my world, I make the deals Run your mouth and you get peeled! Bliss, miss no opportunity and risk Bliss Bliss, miss no opportunity and risk Bliss, bliss Doing fast trades, mental upgrade Bliss - miss no opportunity and risk Never remiss on getting paid Never be afraid, or be played Reminisce on this - take the risk Dodging shade, now I'm sharp as blades Cut the competition - a bunch of lames Built for the game, I pervade Drop the fucking mic, history is made
Written by Rhya — Brute Force Records