K. Wagner is back after a long break with his best song yet entitled "I Can't Stop." Produced by Kelly Portis, "I Can't Stop" explains why K. Wagner continues to make music. To see the accompanying music video directed by Jesse Callahan, follow the link below. This song is also the third track on the mixtape "The Road Less Traveled."
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Produced By: Kelly Portis
Recorded/Mixed/Engineered By: Kendall Anthony Wagner
Mastered By: João Ritter
Link to Music Video: http://youtu.be/-JIRY2RceXU
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Shout out to the kids that hated, shout out to the fans that waited, one shot for the dream I'm chasing, like rum I come with a buzz so dope, won't choke, when the hope of the kids hang on my neck like rope, can't slip no soap can't rip their dreams, at the seams, like the jeans of a team full of Shaqs, it seems, when the doors all close on me, no Mac go through Windows you'll see I, can't be what they want me to, ghost of a dream will haunt me to my grave, that's life, new flows, that's nice, get cheese, no mice, trying to get a'head got itch like lice, I'm ill, one time for the underground, MCs better hunker down, they married to the Bills like Hillary but my lyrical artillery feeling me bring the bunker down. I do it well, head spinning like a carousel, you can't touch me, no wonder my lines parallel.
I can't stop, I preach on, the kids watch, and I keep on, dreaming (I can't stop, no, I can't stop it naaaw)
One time for Dominicanos, one time for the Haitian kids, one time for the hungry father definition of faithfulness, in a country split like swing states, red blue yes you can create, more change than the leaves falling, so this season let's be team mates, and I'll cremate any beat I get my hands, feet, or arms on, MCs wanna go so I strip titles like Armstrong, when I rap for those who can't, reap what I sow so I go and plant the seed, and then watch it grow, I can't stop playa watch me go, drop it low, and the world told me I would never make it, kidnap my dreams, like scenes out of the movie "Taken", I can feel the hatred for the verses I spit so sacred, every line every verse every rhyme so divine my time check the translation, King James of the rap game, Ying Yang so the blacks and the whites feel me, going higher than a kite really, heart broke and the music might heal me, from the verse to the hearse give it everything, no matter if it might kill me, I rap for the love of life, in the chance that you might hear me, K.