Sketchas

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... fuck 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 fuck 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