Sam Green - Kinypher lyrics

[Verse 1: VinylZombie_MCR] What's up This is VinylZombie_MCR I'm probably younger than you Can't even legally drive a car But mark my words someday I'll have a Hollywood star Well at least that's what I'm hoping But that day is pretty far My name may be Madison But you should call me Radison Many words used to describe me But I can tell you that sad isn't I use pens to let out my emotion I be on that lyric writing drift I've been called the next Taylor Swift Shoutout BabuKinik Some haters saying I can be a bit too obsessive Respond like I'm the new Cher Horowitz - "as if" Yeah that's right I might just be the NBT But if I'm not famous soon then it's NBD I try to live in the moment but the future's what I see I'll be performing with my band on MTV So if there's anything you take away from these bars I hope it'll be to try and shoot for the stars I know that's pretty cheesy but listen to me I would say more but I gotta say B-Y-E [Verse 2: sosad2112] A lone person sits, working at a computer A thousand thoughts a second, not finishing any sooner All in different directions, with no collection He's barely even started, what a f**ing loser Flipping between the tabs, getting nowhere fast Music playing? TPAB; that record will outlast That train of thought in his mind, set to derail 'fore 9:00 And crash and burn into pieces cause his head is full of feces Flowin' like Sweatshirt on the eighth "Oldie" verse Movin' on with existence, even though it really hurts Probably just bein' dramatic, ain't really that tragic Maybe, I should shut up now, just a kid, anyhow And this sh** is just f**ing normal for us, right? Why am I even saying this? Well, school's a huge blight Though these bars were really beast, I've procrastinated Imma go work for now, so here's angelated [Verse 3: MichaelLowry's Kinik aka Angela] What's a king without a kinik clique? A Mikey without his lovely Vic A Khroam♥ without his 10 bricks A G-Eazy without his darling Slickk An anaphora without its beginning kicks Thyme pa**es too fast this season-ing So what's reality without the reasoning? Sixty-nine is two digits, I have seven of yours Ten thousand is five digits, like my hand that slammed the door I love you Michael, we coulda been together think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you, and you can't breathe without me! Shoutout to streetlights for the em-spiration I know you love that sh** [Verse 4: Pseudomonakinikia Daemonum] (*Snorting and coughing*) I hit up the homie and I got the green light from Angela Now I'm about to show y'all why nothing's f**ing with the strangla' It's 10 past midnight, rubbing my eyes while I'm stuck at a red light Penning scriptures, slitting wrists, cognitive dissonance was my blight My dominatrix called, said she's ready to get kiniky with a cattle prod This fetish is lecherous, bonded by a metal rods, soft core is almost odd Sipping on my potion, immorality is a hobby, hookers and hedonism Ball gags, duct tape and black cards, you can call this depraved elitism 50 Shades of Sadism with a whirlwind of crops, bed sheets and leather Carpets rolled up tied to a cinder block, dumping off shore in inclement weather Carnal desires perpetuated through promiscuous linguistics, s**ual an*lytics You f**ing with the Kinik clique you're going from plastic wrap to an acid bath Chopping up the remnants and dump em' in the harbor, harboring wrath Stepping in a BDSM club after a blood bath, that's some heavy sin I'm mixed up in Electrodes and love notes, rather ironic, kind of a particularly venereal juxtaposition Combat knives, needles and straight razors, my thoughts are projected in reverse Gotta dispose of the evidence before the FBI lends a prying eye, I'm a little perverse I come home, sit down, take off the crown, look out the window frown and drown in a bottle Sliding in a bath tub with a working girl, and we talk about philosophy, I'm a twisted Aristotle I dry off and throw on the vinyl, wearier than a zombie Depression is enough of a life lesson and it's so sad I have this overcast cloud on me Looking for an angel to hold before the demons take control Making art like Michelangelo but I didn't think I could get any lower [Verse 5: BabuKinik] Lower, yo, yo I can't rap very well but I drop sick verses Ain't Pusha, Big, 2, or Kanye cause no mercy But drop it on the floor make that kinik shake Call me Filthy Frank make a kinik cake Pink Guy over here with some coke lines Lines in my head all night, kinik four times This entire verse is one big reference Kinik or kinick I have no preference But stupid epic rhymes? That's a definite And shoutout to sosad for that rhyme scheme, defecate Uh! Verse 4 was pretty devilish Riding on a whole nother level b**h This that Nicki swag, pink wig thick sh** Get up over here, serein and kinik this! (10k) [Outro: JJKinik01] Kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik...