VIDEO: Kaj Kadence "Midnight Traffic" (with lyrics)

Bringing the intensity of streets of Brooklyn in Hip Hop form, Kaj Kadence takes you through a lyrical journey into the depths of his thoughts.

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Read the full lyrics.

Started out with nothing, and I got most of it left.
I’m underpaid and over-stressed and over-blessed.
Often always pressed for time, and I rhyme without rhyme or reason.
‘Tis the season to give y'all a li’l something something to believe in.
Hairline fracture in my dreams. They're receding.
I’m achieving all the basic things I'm needing.
But I gotta flaunt my wants and taunt all of your egos.
Nemo couldn't find me, and we’re both lost. Second and third place.
Everytime I try to love, it always ends in the worst way.
Guess I should have never tried to race in the first place.
Never get tryna' vent. They asking, “Kadence, can you represent?”
Despite all of my decadence, second’s not my preference.
They tryna keep me out the game. Well, F it. I’ma hop the fence.
and self-defend myself against myself. I’m talkin present tense.
But I got a plan, see. Terminate you kids the morning after.
That’s my Plan B. Now try and understand me.
Have a shot of brandy ‘cause I ain’t gotta smoke no weed
to increase my rhyme capacity.
The only thing I need is my p-e-n and p-a-d.
She loves me. She loves me not.
Forget the hoe. You love the cash, then hug ya block.
But I never got the memo. Grew up at a different tempo.
Y’all flipped the keys. Flippin pages made me knowledgeable.
Sometimes I stare out the window. Wonder, am I really here?
And scream out in a loud crescendo. Reverse, then I disappear.

Running down this hallway.
Every single door I see is taking me the wrong way.
And what that Wyclef song say?
Two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left.
So I’m writing on this paper 'till I have nothing left.
Or 'till death...
Whichever comes first...

I got a real short temper. It’s been such a long day.
And you say you love me right? Well, you show it the wrong, way.

Started at the back, but now this cat’s leading the pack.
I am so relaxed and bidding blind six. But my vision is still intact.
You don't see what I see. I'm dropping verbal paintings made of Visine
And I’m in love with samples, so don't try me.
And stay out the express lane if you do not move at high speeds.
You disagree that I’m the best? I know I've got a leaky heart.
I pour the contents of my chest. My treasure chest has changed inside.
My memories on Memorex. Now you should take that to your mind.
My method’s looking crystal-clear. There's only one way down this track.
And I’m that special engineer ‘cause genocide and privateers
done caught me sitting in the dark and leaked out all my private tears.
From Northern Lights to southern beaches, no love for this cavalier.
And I am what the Negro crave like chicken and Olde English beer.
Kadence, bomaye! Straight from Brooklyn to Zaire.
Material happiness, the truest sign of misery.
And misery loves company, so I think I will be friends with me.
Can't relate? Change the Pace on ‘em. Hit the Mase on ‘em.
Couldn't knock him off, so they hate on him.
Society's deemed me as a menace on the Eve of Christmas Eve.
I guarantee you suckas see my rapping presence.
I'm producing major C's.
You minors stuck in minor keys, and the fifth of C is G.
So the fifth of me is C. Believe me or leave me be.
Some advice before I leave. A, just take this IOU
because I took the crown with E's.

Running down this hallway.
Every single door I see is taking me the wrong way.
And what that Wyclef song say?
Two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left.
So I’m writing on this paper 'till I have nothing left.
Or 'till death...
Whichever comes first...

I got a real short temper. It’s been such a long day.
And you say you love me right? Well, you show it the wrong, way.