Papercutz

K-os

Chorus - K-Os] - 2X 
Hey, it's the same once again 
Microphones fully loaded and friends 
Funny I try to make this end 
But it seems I'm returnin' the name 

Yeah, papercutz 
Papercutz, Paper 
Here we go, papercutz 
papercutz, paper 
paper, cutz, papercutz, paper, paper 
Are you gonna do another album man? 

[Verse 1] 
Yo, I know I said I'd exit 
But I couldn't do it the minute 
It flowed from my lips 
Futures can't exist 
In a past time paradise 
Rollin' dice, holdin' Christ 
on a platinum chain, surrounded by ice 
Sinister Cyrus, you can't deny this 
Because the lightheads 
Brokin' and tokin's been replaced by legal tender 
Great pretenda, tried to upset my agenda 
I dismembered, they fought patterns 
and Now they move in circles like Saturn 
Spinning out of orbital formation 
The radio station is my motivation 
Cuz the pen and the pad are the only friends that I had 
When the light can not be seen 
I'm a feel for the rap game and skatin' like I'm a figurine 
That move in articulate shadow boxin' the peel 
What is real is irrelative, it is relatively revealed 
That's why I sharpen these words 
To you like papercutz 
And I wreck visual images like I'm Julian Lutz 
What's the name of this runaway train? 
We call it thought, harassin' the brain 
droppin' you bitches sane 
This thing called the rap game, I'm claimin' insane 
Lyrically all arcane, and such as papercutz 

[Chorus] - 2X 

[Verse 2] 
Catacalysmic, mistic, with a bic 
Only to think on a diamond mine 
Gotta take it back, from the heart attack 
That I felt when I saw the sign 
Comin' down from the sky 
like a supernova, Jehovah 
Got a grip on the land rover 
But so what, I'm not sober 
Just takin' sips but I don't skip 
Just makin' trips so I don't tip 
These papercutz just ain't enough 
They makin' hits, and I can't touch 
Just look at Hammer now 
My grammar is tighter, provider 
In light of freedom fighter, rhythm writer and rappin' 
And yet you don't try it 
because you can't buy it 
I saw you grippin' and slippin' 
and fool, I'm so tired 
of fake emcees and you best believe 
got tricks than trade up my sleeve 
and I pray to God when I'm on my knees 
that I can break it, cut this paper, Paper 

[Chorus]
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