Kinko's

[Verse: Jonnie Bars] The mix is re- no mystery Blend joy and misery, sprinkle in history Bars with some Thought, that’s chemistry Pinky and the Brain, lab rats move off-center, G A sinner, G, ego blocking blessings So offer protection, off the lessons, serve my inner peace Experienced highly well, wisdom energy Working on a crown, smile a lot, ‘cause I’m with the cheesing Pose for the pic, pose for the flick Bow with the shit, flow is rose gold with the wrist Reap the rewards, roll with the risk Know this a ship, I be really living schwavy, baby Shrimp with crawfish, young and lawless Artemus Gordon and Jim West when we start shit She never fucked with rappers, I’m a different type of artist Bars that I provide? Be a long list A verse-worth, to be exact, victory within the slap My nigga said I’m “Kinko’s”, this my calling, homie, speak the facts Deliver like Fed-Ex, still gotta defeat the past Used to be fed X, sabotaged, we won’t speak on that Consequence, we eating that, running up as we adapt The lames presence never equal up, the way you speak on raps Real ones been peeping that, stay impacting the attached Nigga make a scheme for the stacks, hustle ‘cause I need it stat, brrrat [Bridge: Bezel365] You should feel very lucky and privileged to hear this You know, to put together these bodies of work? It take a whole lot to be quite a technician with a pen And, I mean, really be giving something outside from within Yeah, check it out… [Verse: The Thought] This man allergic to self-reflection, emergence of wealth collected From merchants and health inspections, been cursed with no direction It hurts to be disillusioned, let wander the empty ruins Admonishment of the truant as masters become the students Moving in self-destruction, a noose reduced to nothing Uncouth and too used to huffing and puffing instead of discussion Nothing but a snap and you dusted Busted off the track, mad ‘cause they thought you could be trusted Addicted to presumption without a question, to bluffing without suggestions To bloodying connections while coveting affection Objections go out the door when the lessons ain’t ever Stored in the present, just taken for granted, by the always-bored The score has been poorly kept, all the gore and there’s no regrets? The effect is what cause begets, but you’re deaf to all you threaten Caress your own selfishness, ringing bells of the Oedipus Can’t you tell your effectiveness been collapsing under pressure? Excuses for recklessness getting chewed to a paste As your crew leads an Exodus, wasting talents on a leper Lacking in taste, so they douse you in pepper Only time you ain’t fake is when you lose your temper Blessings dismembered, in your room you’re sequestered Burned down to an ember, over what you remember ‘Cause you can’t let it go, chasing rabbits in snow Like all your passion’s a joke, but no one’s laughing, huh? [Bridge: Bezel365] Woo! I think I need a… I don’t know about y’all but I think I need a glass of lemonade after that one I mean, ooh, man, look here You ever heard a heatwave in the form of lines? That was composed in a way that was refined? But not like that sugar you’re used to putting in your body… Exactly, you know what I mean [Verse: Zac Lee] Cap? What’s that? I ain’t never lied - over exaggerated, maybe But nevermind, could never believe people saying “He’d never fly”, ripping out my wings like he’d never see sky “Bye-bye” to anybody swatting flies You stink, and full of kinks, twisted in paradise Rolling a pair of dice, my chances are slim pickings But I picked chips that just might save a life, itching to tear out eyes Might’ve always been blind, but finally see The light on your disguise, I’m disgusted and disrupted By this paradigm, like a poster on a wall, I stare at mine Not sure who to trust, so I be acting scary shy A merry time for anybody showing signs I got my eyes close on my target, no middle man But bullseye, scatter, how ghouls fly when I walk in the room I’ll dig up a tomb, for which, I presume that you will die Lie on the ground, while you fib a fig tree Fruit be juiceless and full of mites, fruitless efforts To dispose of mine, somehow only exposed the shine Diamonds and gold, what you know about Poltergeist? Telekinesis when I hold the mic Hold it down for the sleepers in the frozen ice, that’s only right God-given gift for the Chosen kind Get my crown on, now I know how to hold it right [Bridge: Bezel365] Yeah, bitch! Oh, yeah! I mean, you know, it’s not even this thing about how you try to describe what you feel It’s not even the ways that you try to describe real But some things are just beyond you