Cyne - Papermate (Radio Edit) lyrics

[MUTABARUKA] The solutions that you seek will not be in the streak of a pen... [Akin] 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 sk**s 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 [Cise Star] 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 [Akin] They call me Papermate, I'm holding your fate inside me d**h 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 [Cise Star and Akin] 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 f** an eraser, the pen is what I use for my labour