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K OTIC

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I keep

I keep chasing the sketches
Ever since adolescence it was my freedom
Expression
the lines on a page like a weapon
I written some miles of graphite
Pack pencil like a blade in my sketchas
Blocking out the rest of whatever
Till the ones that was calling me awkward the ones saying I knew he was cleaver
Told him to press on with measure
Sneaky the way plot on your endeavors
So Till I'm the one who's fucking the world raw
Regardless of pleasure
This blade get raised to whoever
Jugular severed, vocals swinging like metronome
Drawing the scene gives me pleasure
Fucking evil bastard lunatic
K-otic became the name, this microphone never tell what mood I'm in
Switches in an instant, trying to piv... f*ck lost it again
Brain spilling hallucinogens
Follow the culdoscope vision behind the closed eyes
Tracing the chase of expression I feel from withen

Blah blah blah
To focused on writing
All I hear is
LA LA LA
Tear a page
Interruptions got me saying
Nah nah nah

I keep chasing the pleasure I feel from creation
I keep it real, real abrasive
My arts to graphic, ironic statement
Biggest rapper you ever seen, just off of physical placement
Giant coming for your paychecks, hope you fuckers and grown complacent
Cause on me, a group artist that wanna f*ck up the scene
I'm causing, the world to shake with no fat motherfuckers falling
It's all green, watermelon, wads of cash
Is calling
And I'm never late to answer
Pencil tattoo the paper
Salvation, I'm write I sonnet that'll make shorty wanna suck me later
Just to enjoy the flavor
I keep kicking in they ear
You looking at the next white to do big numbers this year
Rolling loud Smoking on an ounce of fear
Eye control, looked at my spot and I said I'll make it here
Tattered clothes, bloody nose, swollen soul, no matter I'll preserver
Out in Boston saying my album coming, waiting on Paul Revere

Blah blah blah
To focused on writing
All I hear is
LA LA LA
Tear a page
Interruptions got me saying
Nah nah nah

I keep chasing the path of these writings
Feelings I keep inside, aren't often inviting
But when I listen they turn to beautiful drawings
Something exalting
Ever since 14
I would freestyle hoping the off dreams
Of collecting payments off some small streams
Would actually have some basis, probably perceived as racist
Your white Walt, stop telling yourself you'll make it
I hope y'all hear the recording, and the rest of your fucking days shit
Like dropping your order of ice cream on scorching payment
And you get by a bus as you trying to save it
Something just like animation I've seen
Recreating the scene, looking up my Toshiba TV
I press play and laugh at the screen
You pussy can try and play fun
I'll run a 60 billion bounty for bodies caught by my Trigun
Vaults of lighting stretch from my trident
Don't wanna try, run

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