Pen & The Needles

[Lupe: talking followed by Pen Writing]

[Verse 1:]

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 u "feel it" Like I mispronounced Filet,

On second thought, I can't make u fill it

Like u diggin' ya own grave, 'less u can Kill Bill it

A night of the living passed the wait

Can u 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 u 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...