Papercutz Lyrics - K-os

Hey, it's the same once again 

Microphones fully loaded and friend 

Funny I try to make this end 

But it seems I'm returnin' a name 

it's the same once again 

Microphones fully loaded and friend 

Funny I try to make this end 

But it seems I'm returnin' 

Yeah, paper, cutz 

Papercutz, Paper 

Here we go, paper cut-t 

papercutz, paper 

paper, paper, cutz, papercutz paper paper, cutz 

So ah k-os, Are you gonna do another album man? 

Yo look man, yo you see all there, 

you critics, hey check it out 

hahaha 

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 

sisinel sirus?, you can't deny this 

Because the light has brokin' 

and tokens have been replaced by legal tender 

Great pretendas tried to asend my agenda 

I dismembered their thought patterns 

and now they move in circles like Saturn 

Spinning out of orbital formation Yea 

The radio station is hatin' and so is my motivation yea 

'cause the pen and the pad are the only friends that I had 

When the light can not be seen 

I'm a fiend for the rap game and its gettin them like I'm a figurine 

That move in articulate shadow boxin' appeal 

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? 

call it thought, harassin' the grain drivin' humans insane 

This thing called the rap game, I'm claimin' insane 

Lyrically I'm arcane, and such is papercutz 

OK toronto 

lets slow it down a little commin bit like this 

Cataclysmic, mistic, with a bic 

don't to think on a diamond mine 

Gotta take it back, to the heart attack 

That I felt when I saw the sign 

Comin' down from the sky 

like a supernova Jehovah 

Got a crib and a 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 and the trade hidden up my sleeve 

and I pray to God when I'm on my knees 

that I can break it, cut this paper, Paper 

paper paper papercutz damn 

we are tearing the reaches 

I've captured fractions of the globe inside 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 slowly killing me 

inside these sentences the place where my repentance is 

I'm so afraid in trying to turn these exits into entrances 

I'm thinkin all of what i had and scratch it down onto a pad 

but never saw the light of day 

hence the tension is, rising up inside of me 

crying for those that died for me, 

my true friends 

but it seems the selfish confide in me 

they talk but they got listenin' 

kissing the ground and living in deception at the same time 

there's nothing to put their vision 

in the half-empty 

could of chosen to pull the world over their own eyes 

they go blind 

thinking the comforts fool but they don't realize 

each and every word 

it has potential 

thoughts become reality 

standards and instramental 

those fleeting momemnts that i spoke of, they got more than taken 

thoughts better off then laws, we call them inspiration 

those fragments of the globe we use them as illumination 

moving on the fabric of time the purpose is fortificaion making so 

buh-bye buh-bye buh-by baa baa baa baaaaa 

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