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letra de kinypher - kinik clique

[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-cking 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-t is just f-cking 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 sl1ckk
an anaphora without its beginning kicks
thyme p-sses 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-t

[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-cking 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 sh0r- in inclement weather
carnal desires perpetuated through promiscuous linguistics, s-xual -n-lytics
you f-cking 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 c0ke 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-tch
this that nicki swag, pink wig thick sh-t
get up over here, serein and kinik this! (10k)

[outro: jjkinik01]
kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik, kinik…

- kinik clique

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