Pencil And Paper No. 6

Before I got this pen and pad

I got up and when I spoke

I sat back down

And like a fool I cried in class

But then I wrote

First connection with correction

In the section, In my scope

I seen my future seen my rise

Paradox or Paradise

You know I chose paradise

I gotta kill these paracites

Before they blind both of my eye

Bathe in light, I pray I'm right

I pray to god and take my time

Battle ashes, Battles scars

Fast jets, and bad cars

I spit some rhymes

Spit some lines

I rap over 16 bars

Look who's won this contest

Tim Kline check your context

Your contacts

Can't connect

With me

Its warfare combat

Bring your boots

And come check

That I am for real in the concious

My context

My combat

My boots are laced to win the contest

The simple life

The simple rise

The simple time has came to Kline

I work my ass off

Tip my hat off

To Crooked I

I grab my snap on

I go right into beast mode

And no its not obease mode

I got the Online cheat code

All the kids like OH NO

. . Man that can't be Tim Kline

You know that kid is hella weird

Yeah that can't be Tim Kline

That kid hasn't talked for years

Yeah I haven't talked for years

To you cuz you are generic

Anorexic Alcoholic

So I got off on the exit

Prepare for next week

Got a sick beat

Select my sickness

Then my rap sheet

I grab my pencil, and my pad

And get upon in the spaceship

Send a tweet

I write my records

Shed my blood

Imagine that I have a son

Im just kiddin

Yeah just kiddin

I lay my head down

Now Im done!