Hey, it's the same again Microphones fully and friend I try to make this end But it seems I'm returnin' a
the same once again Microphones fully and friend Funny I try to this end But it seems I'm
Yeah, paper, Papercutz, we go, paper cut-t papercutz, paper, paper, cutz, papercutz paper, cutz
So ah k-os, Are you gonna do another album
Yo man, yo you see all there, you critics, hey it out
Yo, I I said i'd exit But i do it the minute It flowed from my can't exist In a past paradise Rollin' dice, Christ on a platinum chain, by ice sisinel sirus?, you can't this Because the light has and tokens have been replaced by legal Great pretendas tried to my agenda I dismembered their thought and now move in circles like Saturn Spinning out of orbital Yea The radio station is and so is my motivation yea the pen and the pad are the only friends that I had When the can not be seen I'm a for the rap game and its gettin them like I'm a figurine move in articulate shadow boxin' appeal What is real is irrelative, it is relatively why i sharpen these words To you papercutz And I wreck visual images like I'm Julian What's the name of this runaway call it thought, harassin' the drivin' humans insane This called the rap game, I'm claimin' insane Lyrically I'm arcane, and is papercutz
OK slow it down a little commin bit like this
Cataclysmic, mistic, a bic don't to think on a diamond Gotta take it back, to the attack That I when I saw the sign Comin' from the sky like a Jehovah Got a crib and a land But so what, i'm not takin' sips but I don't skip Just makin' trips so I tip These papercutz just enough They makin' hits, and I can't Just look at now My grammar is tighter, In light of freedom fighter, writer and rappin' And yet you try it you can't buy it I saw you grippin' and slippin'and fool I'm so of emcees and you best believe got and the trade hidden up my sleeve and I pray to God when I'm on my I can break it, cut this paper, Paper
paper paper damn
we are the reaches
I've captured fractions of the globe inside my mind in fleeting moments I hold fast to and throw them to infinity in every step or less then every breath of less each confession states a second of the time thats slowly killing me inside these sentences the place where my is I'm so afraid in trying to turn these exits entrances I'm thinkin all of what i had and scratch it onto a pad but saw the light of day the tension is, rising up inside of me crying for those died for me, my true but it the selfish confide in me they talk but they got the ground and living in deception at the same time there's to put their vision in the could of chosen to pull the world their own eyes they go thinking the fool but they don't realize and every word it has become reality standards and those fleeting momemnts that i spoke of, they got more taken thoughts better off then laws, we call inspiration those of the globe we use them as illumination on the fabric of time the purpose is fortificaion making so
buh-bye buh-bye baa baa baa baaaaa
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