K.T.P Lyrics

First and foremost ya'll not no emcees

Not even a bit close this warzone smells he

Who can't even compose until soul empty

How come you niggas blow up your not dope ask me

I let it all inside when approached by envy

But the vision in my eyes never cloaked I can see

The bit by bit decline of a sport I sweat bleed

And cry for

So I'ma watch the party die

Look

You all are dog food I'm a different pedigree

Let the canine chew I'm sure even your pet agrees

Triple h? Man He can't spit as much as me

Dovakxng's a different breed with dog like tendencies

Tend to see me leashed and I am walked by liberty

I was chasing tales (tails) of underdog like energy

But now I'm Ticked off by everything

And the ring tossed aside I should never sing

Now as I write this I am hiding from the seek

Don't wanna find a nine to five and serve the tyrant for his greed

My clients are the beats

I'm providing them with heat

But like an irony I'm tryna make some figures off my speech

The beef? Is if I'm ever ever gonna reach

As a lyricist critical with the ink I put on sheets

Cos from my visual they don't wanna hear all that

I see kane keid warming up the globe with ease

But will this game be allowing me to hope and reach

Because I fear that when I try to climb it change(climate change)

I've been on the edge gotta take a step back

Eyes been repaired gotta take the game back

Write a verse and help the party go die

Come along and watch the whole party die

A line appears the order wanes family falls and Kaos reigns

This prophecy unravels in the pen that I attain

I'm like promethius recipient of fire I'm ordained to take a mic and help to set the party ablaze

I'm stirring up a cup I hope you go chat and this tea

As I step in Gauteng they chat that GP tea

You can ask Ai I'm the games gravesight

Never humble cos I'm cold as the cpt

How Cocky are the shoes I'm in I sink inside the size of the new wide kicks I'm pissed inside the world of the blue eyed kings I think they sell lies from the view I rinsed I see

All the slaves breaking bread with master

From all the accolades that the slave has mastered

Split the royalties with the slave he's captured

That's the dynamic of a label and rapper

But I'm the type of slave that will own my masters

You can't copyright this royalty to knock me off my ploy to heed

The work I pour on all these beats

Calls for times to be enormously so hard on me

Will I ever get the choice to never be a slave

Will I ever get the choice to be the man I aim

Contradictions in my cockiness and rising angst packed inside my pen

Panned voices in my ears telling me I got next

While the other wonders if I am to plunder into hell

Hard to tell when I know that my ambitions entertain

The man inside the suit and tie

He sees the mic and music as my suited

Ties, studies plight of an up and coming youth who tries

And his vice is that he made it hard to shine

Utulising our struggle just to make a dime

Now he waiting for our names on the dotted linez

Blood sweat and tears

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