Paroles de Poor Penmanship
[Verse 1:]should I -have the more well known emcees on this release
or maybe bring a new voice for the audience to meet
I could have the most radio friendly hooks and flows
but now know y'all ain't my friends in a minute turn foe
because of the intrikit ways- the infinite displays
how my cadence moves and what my spirit has to say
I'ma tunnel rat - i'm a lip creatin' beats
I'm verbal combat - when challenged on these streets
I'ma meddafore - I don't sell in gospel stores
I'm milk crate - filled with 808's and beat breaks
thought I told y'all - but y'all never really listened
I ain't here to bring unity - I was sent to cause division
and from that - some will get this highly twisted
low lifes who open they mouths and start dissin'
without really hearing - the message now communicated
the vs being finished - now you can all start hatin'
[Verse 2:]
I've combined my words with a passion that's rarely seen
brought to the extreme length it's hard to catch a glimpse
yes indeed I make the last minute stretch to fit my ability
and i'm realizin' now - I need a whole day's time
infinitely, I make my rounds - 360 complete
alleviate my bad dreams by never falling asleep
the insomniac on break beats y'all never want to meet keep my vessel clean - supremly spotless I got this M.I.
C. held too tight - thats why my words is sloppy when I write
for my eyes only and sound to recite
so if this truth is not for you - keep steppin smith
I hold rich words to serve out - poor penmanship
[Verse 3:]
I am now concerned about the after life - before death
born into a dead world to speak life thru text
my rep, my steps and every exhaling breath
to make sure my name is displayed in the lambs book
arranged in heavenly letters - put togetha in fine thought
across golden lines - cause my soul'ez been bought
sold to the highest bidda - who's blood stained cross
freed the shackled mind - and made me a nine
even tho I hold no cuss words - I swear on His promise
to return like a thief - and lay claim to the meek
I speak on topics relavant to earth worms of sorts
and unsheeth the written sword - of 66 books
take a look - as we pass these last days at high speeds
we indeed are in need of these TR emceez
now free to release - His word over beats
Sev Statik - poor penmanship - til the INK depletes
I'ma tunnel rat - i'm a lip creatin' beats
I'm verbal combat - when challenged on these streets
I'ma meddafore - I don't sell in gospel stores
I'm milk crate - filled with 808's and beat breaks
thought I told y'all - but y'all never really listened
I ain't here to bring unity - I was sent to cause division
and from that - some will get this highly twisted
low lifes who open they mouths and start dissin'
without really hearing - the message now communicated
the vs being finished - now you can all start hatin'
[Verse 2:]
I've combined my words with a passion that's rarely seen
brought to the extreme length it's hard to catch a glimpse
yes indeed I make the last minute stretch to fit my ability
and i'm realizin' now - I need a whole day's time
infinitely, I make my rounds - 360 complete
alleviate my bad dreams by never falling asleep
the insomniac on break beats y'all never want to meet keep my vessel clean - supremly spotless I got this M.I.
C. held too tight - thats why my words is sloppy when I write
for my eyes only and sound to recite
so if this truth is not for you - keep steppin smith
I hold rich words to serve out - poor penmanship
[Verse 3:]
I am now concerned about the after life - before death
born into a dead world to speak life thru text
my rep, my steps and every exhaling breath
to make sure my name is displayed in the lambs book
arranged in heavenly letters - put togetha in fine thought
across golden lines - cause my soul'ez been bought
sold to the highest bidda - who's blood stained cross
freed the shackled mind - and made me a nine
even tho I hold no cuss words - I swear on His promise
to return like a thief - and lay claim to the meek
I speak on topics relavant to earth worms of sorts
and unsheeth the written sword - of 66 books
take a look - as we pass these last days at high speeds
we indeed are in need of these TR emceez
now free to release - His word over beats
Sev Statik - poor penmanship - til the INK depletes
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