Lyrics:
of whatever this is
Oh, ooh
Tired of writing in pencil, I'm inkin' you in
Oh, ooh
Living like I'm not afraid of the end
Afraid of the end
Afraid
would collapse if it could
There are million stitches in my brain that are inkin' in the brute
And it changes what i am, takes this genius near to terror
3 in the mornin' inkin these pages for y'all entertainment
Tainted times where feels are best exposed demonstrated
Time I'm most alone time I'm
mad I got the heat
I'm inkin soul slappers
Boyz think they can compete
That's till my show after
New kid on tha block
I'm just inkin these chapters
Too ambitious for all my goals
Million Dollar Dreams, just plant 'em hope they grow
Inkin' checks on the printer, had to let the goofies know
If they
inkin' All up in the dark, sadly I continue sinkin
It's too late, it's too late, I got no feelin' I enjoy all the hate, but this got me thinkin
How will I
Midnight rush, with a pen in my hand
Inkin' Lincoln, sanskrit with a fan
Rememberin' me, before we began
Sometimes I felt so Def in the Jam
But
Said you need some time but I should stick around, for what?
Always felt like stickin' 'round's the same as being stuck
And like guns with the inkin
a threesome
Say I'm man enough for both of
'em, I beat 'em up, got 'em sleepin'
When they geekin' off my inkin', I'm tatted
They wanna read me
Got her hungry
Tell the tattoo guy where to meet me at
'cause my neck n back I'm inkin that
Dirty sprite I'm drinkin that
Never seen a sprite more pink then dat
ruthless, head shots stop you from thinkin
A best seller's what I'm inkin
Another Brooklyn classic, straight acid, keep listenin
Twin Desert Eagles, duck
Watered down lyrics on dirty tracks turned to sand
To sink in better watch the the X that you inkin'
Or on so disrespect and step on my lawn
Pass
like Che Guevera
I rhyme hotter and I say it better
I'm a winter cold war
I'm a product of the Regan Era
Day thinkin' till the page inkin'
My 16
a magnet
Damn nigga why you so magnanimous is what they askin
'Cause animus will land you stinkin flaccid in a casket
Thinkin bout inkin my body like
A Bible excerpt gettin' tatted on ya vertebrae
That means I'm back and inkin' down a godly verse, today
And permanently, my verbal stay
So bow your
hittas got one but my one goin be one that you cannot contour
Big talkin
And I'm big walkin
Cause I'm inkin up
Big walkin
And I'm big talkin
When we
Lyrical assassin
These words flowin an glowin like a poem
Literature class in session
Before it's all said an done
Inkin these words that I pen
On they skin
super sunday
Elite wit da drip floodin da strip wit dis flava Im flexin on dummies
Stupid wit it smart enough to not risk da business
Outta field inkin
my one goin be one that you cannot contour
Big talkin
And I’m big walkin
Cause I’m inkin up
Big walkin
And I’m big talkin
When we linkin up
Wallet look
This beat like a giant reptile who breathes
An abundance of nitrogen oxidized heat
Oxygen don't really need to be breathed
When I'm thinkin
Pen inkin
But blottin
Be inkin
Yo cotton
Be heatin
Yo noggin
Be killin ya
Kind
Esco gone get to poppin
Nigga got street
Nigga got heat
Nigga did
heavy stash got my soul on light
Burn cash smoke gas sip a glass no ice
Dip dash slip crash leave my soul on mics
Yeah this the write way
Inkin' my
my circle neva want for nun
Zilla inkin the whole city out of town I be pluggin
Free Slick and Youngboy late nights we was thuggin
Old heads goin round
Hittin' a clip while I'm inkin' ill shit
I wonder why the world is tilted
Twisted, shifted to the Max
Mind caught up in the future or the past
You need
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