K.A.A.N. -- Kaancepts [Lyrics in Description]

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Artist: Kaan
Song: Kaancepts
Music Video: • KAANCEPTS
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@kyb83 8 жыл бұрын

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[Verse] Another psychotic episode, I need my medication Hyperventilating 'bout to have a panic attack in public Discussing this with the publicist while I'm meditating All I spit is heat, so is this room properly ventilated? I'm killing your high the way that I murder a track, I never relax You feel like you fucking with me and my flow, but you isn't my nigga that shit is a rap Supplying a relevant fact, I'm taking that beat and not giving it back I'm putting that right in your face just to reverse the verse I'm rehearsing Disperse a curse, that's a MRSA for certain, I've been conversing Confirming your inadvertent conversion within this version Cohersion and my persuasive perversion was a diversion Assured while I'm emerging, concerning my insecurities I even said that last line insecurely That's the second time that I won't say this the potent is pouring Out of my pores to the potion but come proportionate force An abortion is purer than porcelain fortune abortion I found within an assortment of force for fornication facilitating A formulation of duress in a combination Predicted the proclamation, perfect my mental projectable Vitamin for the fighters, injectable, not digestible Address the microphone with the tone of any professional Impressed with impeccable lines, every time, it's incredible My rhyme's highly respectable, penetrating the posher You pompous imposter, que pasa papa? I did it proper While eating penne and pasta, call the doctor or I'm obliderating While reiterating this honest pronunciation Of reciprocation, the eloquation within my innovation You should hasten on that replication, this is elevation Like an application, I need to see your credentials Massage a pen in my pencil, get loose on an instrumental With sentimental, incidental, the sound was more intrusive Wasn't conducive, I'll be the one that will lose it Coming at me with a lude, and never confuse it I wanted to set the fuse, and given the realest of muse Never to be able to use it There was no way to refuse it, given the voice said that it uses But when I wanted 'em all in a piece in that vision I see when I see when I step on a Beat I'm making, I'm breaking, I'm giving them all I can say But I do understand that the music is fake Created itself in order to relate They love it or hate it, the minute we make it We putting it out for the people to take it And never would lead you astray? A talent that I might display? We give it a round of applause I said I'm trying to make the motherfucking world rise With the rhymes that I comprise, the lyrics synchronize The softer part, then analyze, now watch it photosynthesize I'm still in that state of infancy I'm not looking for empathy Why the fuck would you envy me? Envy is automatic for enemies at the ambassy Emphasizing the motion created within the energy Enterprising my mind to the single pace to infinity Venturing to divinity Da Vinci with division, delivered with ill intention But if you don't pay attention I'm placing you in detention Without an honorable mention Your ranks are filled with dissension My bars are filled with dimensions Demented like it's dementia descending upon defenders For pinning a pawn dependent depicted within this sentence I'm a mild man, a pacifist Massacring the masochists Murdering, blasting the masses off to massive amounts They'd probably give a better effort if they knew what really counts But if you keep it real and build, then you'll put bills in your accounts I'm not a mathematician - this written arithmetic So I'mma teach you algebra, dumb it down for you simpletons If (y = mx + me) then I must be An MC that's obscene in my scene, but must see I haven't even touched on the square roots of my averages The 3.14 pi divided with savages This ain't a dead democracy, my flow's totalitarian Battling with barbarians, buried them barely breathin' While coughing, wheezing with heathens I'm digging ditches and heaving dirt over my left shoulder You introduce a Jehovah Suppose the fool that's in front of me started running and stumbling Mumbling something out of his lips till I slit his wrist And I tied him up to a cross and I started off with incisions Insisting on silence for this crucifixion The victim was tortured for hours Scorched by a blowtorch till the toes are burned to a fricassee And now I'm carving all of the flesh, what's left of it crispily I'm vividly visualizing my victory I'm pushing the vascular vein down to the main artery The smell of death induces vomiting, I'm violent with a bayonet Filleted his fingertips to get rid of the evidence I'm pulling out his canines, molars, and bicuspids While following in the footsteps of all of my fucking idols From Jack the Ripper, to John Wayne Gacy and Jeffrey Dahmer The Black Dahlia killer and even the Cleveland Butcher Who take a subject and slice it with a surgical precision Even though I'm only kidding, I've lost faith in the music And every song that I hear is amusing, it's so confusing You would rather have a nigga acting like a buffoon Give him a clown costume, with the floppy shoes and the red nose And don't forget the diamond chain to go with his expensive clothes Perpetuating an image that no one can afford And you motherfuckers sicker than an original ignorance I pick the microphone up and give you something that's different Just open up your ears when I appear and start listening It's Kaan