i remember you



kwizyne
wide timeline gap since i visited this book; dried fineline stains on pages i was in pursuit; my sandglass tube, no grains passin' through; i blame waste on aims that drained half my youth; my name still uncredited; "the rap is by who?"; that's hard enough punchline to yank out my tooth, threw my pad, left it blank, took a nap without a clue, went Marina Bay with my kite let it flew; jersey hung behind my door unlaced my shoes, filled with sublimating mothball smells in the room; to preserve it like a mummy cast spells in the tomb; blackmailed my own skills, you'd think i'm a dummy, i winked at you trust me, i'm done leave it dusty, kwizyne's an identity he loves me but must leave, amputate my hands cos the memories cuff me, i've better things to do whenever i'm quite free, unlikely i might be whatever my hype sees, i'll stick to breadwinning, hard time stick a tight fee

deep muziq
i remember you
you're the kid with the script, pumpin' iron i rust
i remember you
when you spit from the ribs; split of lips i hush
i miss you
where'd you leave
do you remember me?

kwizyne
it ain't love at first sight, no it wasn't love, just pure infatuation, i guess it was lust, i stressed for a bluff, let the mass bury us, i'm blocked by the bigheads like packed cinemas, then i snapped furious, stabbed by my batch of them rap juniors, next i laugh humorous, come to think about it in the genesis, it was just, mike and kwizyne in this packed universe, so i rebirth myself back in rap's uterus, baby soft skin but my mind's luminous, i sacrificed a dove, to sanctify my route, once the cleaver meet the head, freedom spread my love, feebly shed its blood, plucked feather as a quilt, filled the tips, spill the drips on the papyrus field, ominous will injected, half my limbs numb, eyes closed to my lyrics, i'm rappin' in tongues

deep muziq
you're the kid with the script, pumpin' iron i rust
i remember you
when you spit from the ribs; split of lips i hush
i remember you
i remember you
i miss you
where'd you leave
do you remember me?

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