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Kilimanjaro

KSI

Keep Up

2016

no time to flee
Timber what I call when I push down a tree (timber)
I don't care if Gudjon or Lee

Kilimanjaro
Kilimanjaro
Kilimanjaro,

the ember
Got high level shit, like a nine month render
If you really wanna go, I'm firebending off the timber
Let that blunt smoke choke, while I hit you

tick tick tick tock
Left right then freeze
Can you find the freak
Like it's a game of hide and go seek
Now I ain't talkin math
When I say yo angle come

Dreams in the Witch House

subtle stirring of the black city outside
sinister scurrying of rats in the wormy partitions
creaking of hidden timbers in

thing we calling life not a game
I’m so Blackwood I hate Highland
Never been a star student but I been star minded
Should have went to timber creek so i

to angle your sneak disses at me
But it will only result in a flurry of lyrical fury
I'm prohetizing your inevitable demise
You'll be disgruntled and branded

stop
The clock ticking
No time to keep wishin'
Time to push limits
Cook up like a chemist 
I ain't yellin timber
Was born a man not a nigga
Don't let

Run it
Whose next we coming out on top
Don’t care for no odds the shot ready marked
I will steal your spot
I’m coming at all angles
Get wiped like

from timbers
By skilled Norwegian hands
When the mills all went idle
Hard time hit the land
Every plank of split clear cedar
Every peg in chiseled beam

whatever, we know how that story goes
And I don't dwell on or discuss
I just wanna see that ass jump like a hic-up
It's a stick up, strapped with the timber

and that limelight
Focus on my money, never focus on a (...)
Never fold, never timber like geronimo
No more levitating, now it’s time to introvert
I’m always

dem amedunga tuma timber
Na kwa neck nima chain nani silver
Kana figa na bado kanajipa tuma picha
cnapenda hizo sifa anapenda hizo riba 
cnapenda tuma

faded
	Taking it from the fountain
	Seeing it all through jaded eyes

c lonely date with destiny
Bisecting the angles I pick up the thread
cnxious eyes

subtle stirring of the black city outside
sinister scurrying of rats in the wormy partitions
creaking of hidden timbers in the centuried house
giving

quatre rouges
Genre j'gagne au plus quatre en team feu
J'découpe en boucle comme un timber
Dans un autre monde comme Tim Burton
J've-esqui le cadran,

The things that I miss from Lisbon
Fixing things from a distance
Thinking
Wishing that things were different
Cuz it's been mad yo
A different angle
Trapped in