Hey, it's the same once Microphones loaded and friend Funny I try to this end But it I'm returnin' a name
it's the same again Microphones loaded and friend Funny I try to this end But it seems I'm
Yeah, paper, Papercutz, Here we go, paper papercutz, paper, paper, cutz, papercutz paper, cutz
So ah k-os, Are you gonna do album man?
Yo man, yo you see all there, you critics, hey it out
Yo, I know I i'd exit But i couldn't do it the It flowed from my Futures can't In a time paradise Rollin' dice, holdin' on a platinum chain, by ice sisinel sirus?, you can't this the light has brokin' and tokens been replaced by legal tender pretendas tried to asend my agenda I dismembered their thought and now they move in circles Saturn Spinning out of orbital Yea The station is hatin' and so is my motivation yea 'cause the pen and the pad are the friends that I had the light can not be seen I'm a fiend for the rap game and its gettin them 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 I'm Julian Lutz What's the of this runaway train? call it thought, harassin' the grain drivin' insane This thing called the rap game, I'm insane Lyrically I'm arcane, and such is
OK lets it down a little commin bit like this
Cataclysmic, mistic, a bic don't to think on a mine Gotta take it back, to the attack That I felt when I saw the down from the sky like a Jehovah Got a and a land rover But so what, i'm not Just takin' but I don't skip Just trips so I don't tip These just ain't enough They makin' hits, and I can't look at Hammer now My is tighter, provider In light of fighter, rhythm writer and rappin' And yet you try it because you buy it I saw you grippin' and slippin'and I'm so tired of emcees and you best believe got tricks and the trade hidden up my and I pray to God I'm on my knees that I can break it, cut paper, Paper
paper papercutz damn
we are tearing the
I've captured fractions of the globe inside my mind in fleeting moments that I hold fast to and them to infinity in every step or less then every breath of less then 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 into entrances I'm thinkin all of what i had and it down onto a pad but saw the light of day hence the tension is, up inside of me crying for those that for me, my true but it the selfish confide in me they talk but got listenin' kissing the ground and living in at the same time there's nothing to put vision in the could of chosen to pull the world over their own they go thinking the comforts but they don't realize each and every it has become reality standards and those fleeting momemnts that i spoke of, got more than taken thoughts better off then laws, we them inspiration those fragments of the globe we use them as moving on the fabric of the purpose is fortificaion making so
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