Hey, it's the same again Microphones loaded and friend I try to make this end But it seems I'm returnin' a
the same once again Microphones fully loaded and Funny I try to make end But it I'm returnin'
Yeah, paper, Papercutz, Here we go, cut-t papercutz, paper, paper, cutz, paper 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 I said i'd exit But i couldn't do it the It from my lips Futures can't In a past time Rollin' dice, Christ on a platinum chain, by ice sisinel sirus?, you can't deny Because the has brokin' and tokens have replaced by legal tender Great pretendas tried to asend my I dismembered their thought and now they move in circles Saturn Spinning out of formation Yea The station is hatin' and so is my motivation yea 'cause the pen and the pad are the only friends I had When the can not be seen I'm a for the rap game and its gettin them like I'm a figurine That move in articulate shadow boxin' What is is irrelative, it is relatively revealed That's why i sharpen words To you papercutz And I wreck visual like I'm Julian Lutz the name of this runaway train? call it thought, harassin' the grain drivin' insane thing called the rap game, I'm claimin' insane Lyrically I'm arcane, and such is
OK lets slow it down a little commin bit this
Cataclysmic, mistic, a bic to think on a diamond mine Gotta take it back, to the attack I felt when I saw the sign Comin' from the sky like a Jehovah Got a crib and a land But so what, i'm not Just sips but I don't skip Just trips so I don't tip papercutz just ain't enough They makin' hits, and I can't Just look at now My is tighter, provider In light of fighter, rhythm writer and rappin' And yet you try it you can't buy it I saw you grippin' and fool I'm so tired of fake emcees and you best got tricks and the hidden up my sleeve and I pray to God I'm on my knees that I can break it, cut paper, Paper
paper paper damn
we are the reaches
I've captured fractions of the globe my mind in fleeting moments that I hold fast to and throw them to infinity in every step or less then every breath of less then each confession states a second of the time thats killing me inside these sentences the place where my is I'm so in trying to turn these exits into entrances I'm thinkin all of what i had and scratch it down a pad but never saw the of day the tension is, rising up inside of me crying for that died for me, my true but it the selfish confide in me they talk but got listenin' kissing the ground and living in deception at the same there's nothing to put their in the could of chosen to pull the world over their own go blind thinking the comforts fool but they realize each and word it has thoughts become standards and those fleeting momemnts that i spoke of, they got than taken better off then laws, we call them inspiration those fragments of the globe we use them as on the fabric of time the purpose is fortificaion making so
buh-bye buh-by baa baa baa baaaaa
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