Katibeh
They say you're given a life
Hence I gotta live it the most
'Till I be singin' a Farwell while I lean at a coast
Thinkin'
Would I really R I P?
When I'm done with doin' what I please?
What are the consequences?
You know what I mean?
What I dream all the money aside and Bonnie n Clyde
Is a kid lip syncin' to my writings got this picture as prime
When I can touch lives in distance and they catch them
When I drop lines go ballistic as they listenin' to the bar
Imma be liftin' and the thoughts that'll be left in
Every letter I'm a mail man
Cause of many messages I Carry
Am I panicked? What the hell wrong with this hand is?
Everytime I gettin' static it shakes like a manic
And I'm not a mannequin
In attic to flow I'm addict so it's one of the signs of withdrawal
I can't just call it quit cuz it's all true
To my intuition it's glued makin' exquisite art
The music you let yourself lose in and then makes you think and
Help to illuminate the way follow only if it isn't just a phase
When I'm just rhymes out of time and I'm out of place
That is what I would've left for u there on my death bed
In the pine box
The records you can relate to
Analogy simile punchlines
I just write rhymes for me maybe for u it turn out fire
Then I'm doin' good as a part time rapper
And I'm on time never been late
However I've never been paid not a dollar
But I've never been sane
I considered a break once but
I couldn't let it away and disintegrate
I live in the same maze you do
So if you have ever seen bricks
With bunch of lyrics engraved
That is me and I've been there
So you better hear what is written
Like a speech
I don't even want you to believe it you can think
I present a different POV that isn't trending so swipe
If you wanna see some girls
Bending
In case I'm a misfeed I just can't fit in the plate
Just look at what you feed
And for that rap is too decent and
I mean it I don't care about what you eat
This is so real art
Opposite of a Picasso painting
No limit in this shit has not an ending
It's kinda crazy
You couldn't comprehend it
What I'm putting on all of my concentration
In the same basket I be droppin eggs
I got a pen and it goes
As far this Katibeh goes
I got a beacon hope even when this season over imma rest
Assured I did the most in peace so it's never over
Hence I gotta live it the most
'Till I be singin' a Farwell while I lean at a coast
Thinkin'
Would I really R I P?
When I'm done with doin' what I please?
What are the consequences?
You know what I mean?
What I dream all the money aside and Bonnie n Clyde
Is a kid lip syncin' to my writings got this picture as prime
When I can touch lives in distance and they catch them
When I drop lines go ballistic as they listenin' to the bar
Imma be liftin' and the thoughts that'll be left in
Every letter I'm a mail man
Cause of many messages I Carry
Am I panicked? What the hell wrong with this hand is?
Everytime I gettin' static it shakes like a manic
And I'm not a mannequin
In attic to flow I'm addict so it's one of the signs of withdrawal
I can't just call it quit cuz it's all true
To my intuition it's glued makin' exquisite art
The music you let yourself lose in and then makes you think and
Help to illuminate the way follow only if it isn't just a phase
When I'm just rhymes out of time and I'm out of place
That is what I would've left for u there on my death bed
In the pine box
The records you can relate to
Analogy simile punchlines
I just write rhymes for me maybe for u it turn out fire
Then I'm doin' good as a part time rapper
And I'm on time never been late
However I've never been paid not a dollar
But I've never been sane
I considered a break once but
I couldn't let it away and disintegrate
I live in the same maze you do
So if you have ever seen bricks
With bunch of lyrics engraved
That is me and I've been there
So you better hear what is written
Like a speech
I don't even want you to believe it you can think
I present a different POV that isn't trending so swipe
If you wanna see some girls
Bending
In case I'm a misfeed I just can't fit in the plate
Just look at what you feed
And for that rap is too decent and
I mean it I don't care about what you eat
This is so real art
Opposite of a Picasso painting
No limit in this shit has not an ending
It's kinda crazy
You couldn't comprehend it
What I'm putting on all of my concentration
In the same basket I be droppin eggs
I got a pen and it goes
As far this Katibeh goes
I got a beacon hope even when this season over imma rest
Assured I did the most in peace so it's never over
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Writer(s): The Rhyme
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