[Verse:]
Before I start, like to make sure I'm smart
Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my culture
Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change of lyric
In other words, I reposition how I sit it,
Then make you "feel it" Like I mispronounced Filet,
On second thought, I can't make you fill it
Like you diggin' ya own grave, 'less you can Kill Bill it
A night of the living passed the wait
Can you dig it? Why Emcee? Hey,
I do it for my village-
The pennin' is John Lennon, the beat; is the Beatles
Go together like Lennon and the people
In some fresh linens and some John Lennon's fresh outta Seagle's
The pen and the needles...
[Writing and mumbling upcoming verse]
[Verse 2:]
I'm back at cha, and I Pac' like cap backwards
Like a hat's backwards, you know, when the bats backwards
Yeah, like a bat catchers
The law gotta long arm like a back scratcher
But before I leave mine at home
Like a bad catcher, I think about my zone
Where pimps make scratch off the track like a dj
Easy, that's my zone rappers
It's my deck...
And if I catch you set trippin' wit my cassette sittin' in a zone rappers:
It's not a threat,
Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers, where I hone my skills
They wanna send me back home the devil, is on my heels
The wreckingness thing like in a sequences police, I repeat
We go together like the Beauty and the Beast
Writing is in my veins;
The ink is the diesel, the pen and the needles...
[Writing and mumbling upcoming verse]
The word is mightier than the sword
And my serve is tightier than yours
Like year in St. Louis ya whole flow
I fear I sank through it...
It all became clear,
Like a paramedic with an electric chest kit, yeah
The gravity of the vocabulary is a caliber equal to Excalibur
Swung wit the grace of Agassi in his amateurs, there
There was a deeper depth, don't know how I got here
I also had a hole in my flow,
It appears I sank to it...
My swing, it couldn't be seen
I apply some paint to it, the invisible man
Wrapped in bandages, in critical, clear
The scriptin' of Scorsese the score is Count Basie
We go together like, the original and the sequel
This is the end of the trilogy, ya feelin' me?
The pen and the needles...
[Lupe talking followed by Pen Writing] [Verse:] Before I start, like to make sure I'm smart Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my culture Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change of lyric In other words, I reposition how I sit it, Then make you "feel it" Like I mispronounced Filet, On second thought, I can't make you fill it Like you diggin' ya own grave, 'less you can Kill Bill it A night of the living passed the wait Can you dig it? Why Emcee? Hey, I do it for my village- The pennin' is John Lennon, the beat; is the Beatles Go together like Lennon and the people In some fresh linens and some John Lennon's fresh outta Seagle's The pen and the needles... [Writing and mumbling upcoming verse] [Verse 2:] I'm back at cha, and I Pac' like cap backwards Like a hat's backwards, you know, when the bats backwards Yeah, like a bat catchers The law gotta long arm like a back scratcher But before I leave mine at home Like a bad catcher, I think about my zone Where pimps make scratch off the track like a dj Easy, that's my zone rappers It's my deck... And if I catch you set trippin' wit my cassette sittin' in a zone rappers: It's not a threat, Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers, where I hone my skills They wanna send me back home the devil, is on my heels The wreckingness thing like in a sequences police, I repeat We go together like the Beauty and the Beast Writing is in my veins; The ink is the diesel, the pen and the needles... [Writing and mumbling upcoming verse] The word is mightier than the sword And my serve is tightier than yours Like year in St. Louis ya whole flow I fear I sank through it... It all became clear, Like a paramedic with an electric chest kit, yeah The gravity of the vocabulary is a caliber equal to Excalibur Swung wit the grace of Agassi in his amateurs, there There was a deeper depth, don't know how I got here I also had a hole in my flow, It appears I sank to it... My swing, it couldn't be seen I apply some paint to it, the invisible man Wrapped in bandages, in critical, clear The scriptin' of Scorsese the score is Count Basie We go together like, the original and the sequel This is the end of the trilogy, ya feelin' me? The pen and the needles... Explain Request ×
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