"For The Record" delivered purely for the lovers & collecters of the sacred Vinyl. Full artwork custom cover, all numbered seperately from 1 to 300 & shrink wrapped to keep em fresh!! :-)
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lyrics
Verse 1
Invisible pictures transparent to my minds eye circulate my mental block exposing their disguise. I shudder like no other the thought of letting them in again. Deceiving geezers sleasing through my main frame, let me explain, It started like this.. "Kriss make a wish, Happy Birthday, may your dark skies be dismissed", "Now check some of this!".. is a lesson for those who may be guessing about the realms that I was travelling, pure wrestling demon specimens that have tried unsaddling me, back paddle me, crucify..Now Kinsman is the recipe. Sword and sheild raised I praise the road of the good fight. Guided by the site of my son's eyes, an Isrealite Knight. The word that you've heard is that I'm no longer Krissy Kristopher. Back and forth, some times off course, that's why I'm whole and singular. The chains forming links to my kin make you blink. Shining bright full of might I write manipulating ink.
Verse 2
It's taken time but I can see the light shining in through this new principle, feel th heat through my eyes cos this sight it is invisible. I'm gonna strike and ignite dynamite, inspite of parasites that bite, and escape out of this tunnel.. My vision was clear, the tides are turning this year, doubts and fears disappear so come one come all. Tick Tock.. huh I'm swinging the pendulem. Sitting in sync with my heart because I'm ready to rock on the stage again. The crowds they blow their whistle dem, my body pumps adrenilin, sweating within my palms cos it's never too late to begin again! Critical mass I dispatch, no equivalent, take heed to this new testiment lest you risk imprisonment. Kinsman..phase three, on a flow within just a minute. Fight the fraud, keep up your guard, insist on no gimmics, MC means move the crowd, I express my thoughts aloud and make my mic a detonator.
Verse 3
Lets settle this, for the record let me lay it down straight. No lets be hearing a lick from Kriss for old times sake! Lets circulate the innerstate create an old and new ciriculem. Throttling those who bottled in the secret to this sirum I'm bringing in like insulin, pumping adrenilin, rythmes unfold the riddim cos Kin's a veteren..So.. you urban gorillas still filling the pop rap gap like polyfiller.. Here's the stinger! It's from the heart and soul transfered into the vinyl, instinct within this precinct will have the potential to just blind them all. Mesmorise.. If this is too deep then I apologies, Close your eyes.. Take a look then you're disqualified. The rules to the game take aim you'll never loose. Know the clue to my name (Kinsman) nothing to prove! So whistle blowers, overthrowers, no need to look over my shoulder, what I write with insight is For The Record.
