Nose ft Tebatso Sketches Lyrics & Free Download

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Verse 1

Sketches of my life/ show the passion of my art/

Sketches that I write/ for the fashion from my heart/

On the my sleeve/ it had to be me/ to tell the story for me/

Like a factory/ now

Hear the words on the song that helps you see/

The music that i make is just like a glimpse/

From the eye of fly sitting up on the wall/

To make y'all can think you can see it all/

A sketch of an emcee supposed to go hard/

Coz all he do and does is just to give bars/

Since when name dropping became a weapon/

Coz if you is an emcee all you do is go reckless/

Insert the bars or insert the message/

Paint a bigger picture or just give them sketches/

Tell what happened or just keep them guessing/

Give them access or leave them at the passage/

Set the song on fire without using matches/

Nose the capitol now this is my sketches/

I am cut from a the cloth/ thats 90's Hip Hop/ and the

Art is my bond/

Born in Bothashoek/ then things I exude/

From a place with a lot of lude/

Young kid/ with a passion to script/ poetic and sporadic with words that would slit your wrist/

i had to see big the hood that had less to give/

I maneuvered with music dreams were kinda lucid/

My folks was cool like gold/

I recall we used stove that needed coals/

My moms is a prayerful woman/ got me influenced/ I still pray to today to remain so prudent/ I am blessed/ now

Pops I give your props you're the art of gene/

Your blood in my vein tells me I am king/ a

Born again Christian that means I am redeemed/

Not perfect but I belong to Elohim/

Now back to rap/ to another sketch/

I lay a blueprint like an architect/

And build it with bars like magneto/ scratch the ego/

And being feeble/

Exodus from the crowd that don’t listen/

Perceptions ain't real so they stick to fiction/

Rap about fables/

So I turn them tables/

Put my pad/ and

Get the sketches are enabled/ now

Written puzzles/

The perfect script to fit/

The whole castle/

The heart pixels/

See art tipple/

As it bleeds the perfect paints/

Beyond the margin range/

There is more/

More more I got more/

Every word that land on the page/

It’s more its more

Open my rhyme book /

Chorus and Bridge

Sketches that i paint/

The picture is sometimes hard to see/

I put my art in its place/

And my mouth find it hard to speak/

What I write/

I found that I scrip what is real/

The passion for the art is what I real need/

The industry doesn’t take what I feel/

I figured I should stick to what see/

What God gave me/

God tailored me/

Verse 2

Sketches of my soul/ is like sketching a gold/

I am addressing the globe/ as my light unfold/

My story foretold/ so I grab my own/

Rhyme book/ every page is truth/

My mind is in tune/ with the cadence of my heartbeat/

My heart speaks/ how deep/ the love for God and music is/

I feel thrilled/ I got the skill from the devine hand/ that expands/

My territory and advance/ so I follow the master's plans/

So I mastered the craft/ and the passion/ is beyond the average man/

A sixth sense/ for your common sense/

To extend/ the range/ my sketches can transcend/

The whole entire flesh/

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