Lyrics:
out by whistling
But don't worry, I'm observing
I just hope you listening
Listen in
I can't hold it in
Tolerance is paper thin
Ease my mind with using
know the pen is underrated
So I treat it like a play (Like a play)
'Cause I be cuttin' up like I
Made decorations out of paper (Out of paper)
Homie, let
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
sick
A pen, and paper
Disappointment, red lipstick
Red lipstick
eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and you'll wind up dead
Yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous
the snooze Button if it ain't my brothers
Y'all some simple bastards
Kevin Samuels' voice
I blame the mothers
Nature's on my side
Papers on my mind
Can't just
onto the paper
Some of what I'm saying maybe a bit outrageous
only seeing red whenever I'm painting
Cause the anger ways me down
Like my arms from round
Feeling a shade of indigo
Till my pen hit the floor
Studious in the studio
Was my way to cope and entertain
I remember all of it like it was only yesterday
going over heads
On my hat shit
Back to back to back
Thats a hatrick
When the paper meets my pen
Thats a rap quick
Unlawful with the words
Thats a rap
sleeping in a Corner really wasn't my plan
Then I try to be strong and find A pen and paper but I just cant
My eyes getting red and I cant Think straight
Mori
The pen it's in your hand
Write grand Memento Mori
Arithmetic with no eraser
No need to trace there's endless paper
Pick up the pen write the next
you your paper
Bathrobe on, but the sword's underneath
And he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street
It's the mark of the beast
The meek
and closing in
My lips, the pen to paper
While demons plagued the canvas
I sold my soul to make a
Piece that made life imitate art
But now I’m drowning deeper
them bullshit lines, you overanalyzed
I put the pen to paper then this pen gets me paper
Paper brings you riches, bitches, snitches, and the haters
Can't
attention
They try to blurry my eyesight I clear all my vision
I've been, Venice living
Red wine sipping
Catch me by the beach side
B Side slipping
Erasing
must be some old rhyme that I wrote
And lyrics sometime man they misinterpretate it
For example when I say gun I mean my pen and paper
And every time
on the Vestegn
Know some chicks pussy that's red-light
Used way more than a fleshlight
By 14 I had to smoke out
Real stress shits go down
Had to steal em' crowns
to forget, in October
(Huh) I'd like to reply
Personally to everyone
But I just haven't enough
Pens in the meantime:
Garry Crimble to you garry Mimble to you
the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun
on the mic?
I think not, my paper make pen leave 'nuff ink spots
On blocks where your punk ass still bustin' off slingshots
Talkin' shit about me when
were Designed by fenty beauty you pussy
Uh
Pen goin' tap tap against the paper, notebook abuse uncontrollable anger
Ever since the day I started filling
trying
For the paper kid, I write rhymes and recite them
I got my crucifix and a lapel
Praying I don't get crucified by a label
For this paper B, I'd shake
and towels
Are we having a baby?
Candles matches bay leaves
Paper and some pens
Red ink only
Virgin blood?
In your dreams darling
And please take this
Providence
Fresh out the pen
Layin' in that pen
You could ride to this
Real gas smoked
Them niggas know they hide from this
I went the whole Shabel
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