CYNE - Papermate lyrics
[CYNE - Papermate lyrics]
The solutions that you seek will not be
In the streak of a pen
Yo hand to hand, together like joy and pain
We join to make a vehicle to motivate change
Slight insane, the way we regulate things
The pen became the master to
Make my thoughts sing
When I design intricate rhymes
In between lines, i coexist
Leaking my blood my owner hold a
Fist way up in the air, forever warfare
And revolution rhetoric
His rhymes imbedded with food for thought
Bought with inida dara, who's spitting
Who's the liar?
Master got skills the people all desire
Not the one to boast, the host with the most
Whoever's holding me closest to heart
Gotta focus
I mean that, just ask my master for feed back
He'll show you what I'm talkin' about
He doesn't see that
Put into violence, decisions
The orchestra court life
Inner demons im seeing inspire to write
Thoughts suffice power when I'm
Writin' my script
The words out of my lips slip
Into the pen that I grip
In my hands I spoke scriptures
Monuments of meaning in the time being
I'm seeing things that I'm not believing
Compose hope with the final
Words that I wrote
Using the prose on the page
So the people can cope
And the pen became the messenger
Put all my thoughts in the physical world
Turning the daily stress in the pearls
(I put my life time in
Between the papers lines)
I be the emcee
I write until my lonely soul is empty
My essence on the page
I pray God forgives me
For worshiping the pen that
Sends thoughts to paper
Escape reality's hate
My thoughts became major
Blessed be the thing I hold in my hand
Is heavenly
I readily, talk to myself, message unsettling
I innovate
Crypt on the page so I can levitate
Weathering not for you chick
Before they papermate
They call me Papermate
I'm holding your fate inside me
Death be upon those that goes
Against who guides me yeah
You can say I'm quite ahead of my game
Number two's are lame
The illest emcee as we describe the game
Between the margins on paper
Notebooks and napkins
My blood used for scriptures
War reenactments
At Waterloo, I be the foe of Napoleon
My master's the holster like guns
He holds me in im real convenient
Write your name in the cement
Like hollywood stars, master
For you im fiending bring on your nemesis
Ball points are my apprentices
Nobody else can do it like me
Scribbling sentences
Am I gripping you tight
Making sure the rhythm is right
I'm tearing the flesh of the paper
Like the whip hitting Christ
I thought I told you twice
To say the least your worse than nice
Your vocal device is never a vice
Food for the mice
Is it scraps under the table
Or disses riches are able
The purpose im hurting the verses
Looking for truth im searching
It's like french cuisine, top of line
The finer things
'cus you a star by far, the caviar of kings
Im writing my dreams hopes
And aspirations on paper so fuck an eraser
The pen is what I use for my labour
In the streak of a pen
Yo hand to hand, together like joy and pain
We join to make a vehicle to motivate change
Slight insane, the way we regulate things
The pen became the master to
Make my thoughts sing
When I design intricate rhymes
In between lines, i coexist
Leaking my blood my owner hold a
Fist way up in the air, forever warfare
And revolution rhetoric
His rhymes imbedded with food for thought
Bought with inida dara, who's spitting
Who's the liar?
Master got skills the people all desire
Not the one to boast, the host with the most
Whoever's holding me closest to heart
Gotta focus
I mean that, just ask my master for feed back
He'll show you what I'm talkin' about
He doesn't see that
Put into violence, decisions
The orchestra court life
Inner demons im seeing inspire to write
Thoughts suffice power when I'm
Writin' my script
The words out of my lips slip
Into the pen that I grip
In my hands I spoke scriptures
Monuments of meaning in the time being
I'm seeing things that I'm not believing
Compose hope with the final
Words that I wrote
Using the prose on the page
So the people can cope
And the pen became the messenger
Put all my thoughts in the physical world
Turning the daily stress in the pearls
(I put my life time in
Between the papers lines)
I be the emcee
I write until my lonely soul is empty
My essence on the page
I pray God forgives me
For worshiping the pen that
Sends thoughts to paper
Escape reality's hate
My thoughts became major
Blessed be the thing I hold in my hand
Is heavenly
I readily, talk to myself, message unsettling
I innovate
Crypt on the page so I can levitate
Weathering not for you chick
Before they papermate
They call me Papermate
I'm holding your fate inside me
Death be upon those that goes
Against who guides me yeah
You can say I'm quite ahead of my game
Number two's are lame
The illest emcee as we describe the game
Between the margins on paper
Notebooks and napkins
My blood used for scriptures
War reenactments
At Waterloo, I be the foe of Napoleon
My master's the holster like guns
He holds me in im real convenient
Write your name in the cement
Like hollywood stars, master
For you im fiending bring on your nemesis
Ball points are my apprentices
Nobody else can do it like me
Scribbling sentences
Am I gripping you tight
Making sure the rhythm is right
I'm tearing the flesh of the paper
Like the whip hitting Christ
I thought I told you twice
To say the least your worse than nice
Your vocal device is never a vice
Food for the mice
Is it scraps under the table
Or disses riches are able
The purpose im hurting the verses
Looking for truth im searching
It's like french cuisine, top of line
The finer things
'cus you a star by far, the caviar of kings
Im writing my dreams hopes
And aspirations on paper so fuck an eraser
The pen is what I use for my labour