K-os Papercutz Lyrics

Papercutz Lyrics

Papercutz

by: K-OS



(Chorus) x2

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?



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Brokin' and tokin's been replaced by legal tender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 x 2>



Cataclysmic, 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



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