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[Chorus x2: K-Os] 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on a platinum chain, surrounded by ice Sinister Cyrus, you can't deny this Because the lightheads Brokin' and tokin's been replaced by legal tender Great pretenda, tried to upset my agenda I dismembered, they fought patterns Letras de cancionesand Now they move in circles like Saturn Spinning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 x2] [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] From Letras Mania