KAYO KEN – The Rorschach of this Rap Sh!t
Official video from Kayo Ken, to the 5am in Toronto Freestyle entitled “The Rorschach of this Rap Sh*t.
The video was all shot in one take, directed and edited by Kayo and Jack Sparrow.
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LYRICS
- Make yourself comfortable and be seated
- For every rapper you have, I could be The One that you needed
- That’s never getting plucked, cos I see the ones getting weeded
- Ain’t keeping the levels high, so I’m being blunt when I speak it
- I seen shit, readjusted beliefs quick
- Given up on defeatists by reading up on The Secret
- And keeping up with the leaders by reading up on achievements
- And seeing nothings a dream, if you’re waking up to achieve it
- I said it… Fuck it I mean it
- The conscious that I’m writing with, is the same one I sleep with
- The heart and soul I’m rhyming with, is the same one I’ll leave with
- If it’s a voice you’re requiring, I’m the one you should speak with
- Or I’ll forever hold my piece, I loaded with truth bullets would you pull it?
- And assassinate potential you have, to produce footage
- that a kid can watch inspired to react and do good shit
- But who wouldn’t… choose to feed their family
- At the expense of their belief and sanity
- Sometimes the road you’re staring down is far from those you planned to see
- And the ones you plan to see, are far from those you can believe
- I spent the last 3 years working out a direction
- The next 3, working out an inception
- To buck your convention, cos since school
- I never was good at following rules cos I always thought I’m the exception
- I was dammit, I stuck at it, left uni with debts, regrets and a drug habit
- Two best friends, an obsession to just manage
- It’s ironic how the fix I was searching for done damage
- Relationships were hard to maintain, I sucked at it
- So every girl I fucked as quick as they came, would just vanish
- Was off balance and now clocking it so late
- Lost a couple of wifey’s, couple potential soul mates
- Autobiography of the restless.
- Just reached page forty of Malcolm X’s
- And I still ain’t acquired nothing to lose
- So give me two months and I’ll be the wrong nigga to mess with
- I spent years battling with my slow flow
- Going through an identity crisis worse than the Mobos
- Making money, wasting it secretly screaming YOLO!
- seeking out validation from a horse on a Polo
- And I love fresh garms, there’s no harm in being fashionable but clothes don’t make me
- Nah, and I love writing bars, but find it hard going places where my soul won’t take me
- Cos somewhere right now… there’s a stripper sniffing coke to take her mind off how she earns
- her living
- And somewhere right now… there’s a rapper sniffing coke to take his mind off how he earns
- his living
- But me, I rap firstly, now I produce my own beats,
- Design my own covers, one man team like Van Persie
- So I’m willing to wait and see if this well can run deep
- But these other MC’s are mad thirsty
- Hard to get rid of, they’re rap herpes, got me heated like Manny was
- After that jammy loss had us contemplating a strally cost
- And just lifting the head of the ref that just sent Nani off
- Fuck him, I got a conspiracy phobia
- Cos I’m watching Channel Four in flipping awe
- Thinking rah, were they showing us real shit in Utopia?
- Or just how they got us all by the balls
- The Instrumentalist Bully
- Catch me up in the studio I’ll be chilling with Suli
- And then going in fully cos really I’m anybody
- But anybody who knows rap, knows I’m Usain on a track
- And I can catch any body