[Intro]
{*sample scratched: "Hit me one time!"*}
Breakin' out the pen...
Breakin' out the pen, breakin' out the pen...
Sanfizzy the latest...of Danvizzy's greatest...
Breakin' out the pen, check it
[Verse 1]
Through these bars I serve sentences
My cursive penmanship in testing can purge appendices
I drop hotter shit than informality in the colon
Stolen from the esophagus, emcees fall apart like missing collagen
Catastrophic failure turned apocalypse
When polar opposites are depolarized like in politics
Was that too ill for you? My knowledge drips and filters through
It's 2015 and we're getting robbed for kicks and killed for shoes
We went from Kodak throwbacks to Vine trimmin'
We traded fine pens for fine linens and fine women
Get your fix, y'all jump over croakers but won't cosign Clemens
If you won't polish your knowledge, then no fucks of mine given
Bottom of the ninth inning, and your pitch has got a catch
Talkin' bout making bitches come, but first teach your dawg to fetch
Beseech for all of the vets, emcees reach oxygen debt
Smoke endotoxins, no confidence left, their last option is death
But I survived 19 like from Fort Lauderdale
My benching demographic's on a larger scale than Roger Ailes
I rip free samples like hors d'oeuvres
Want lessons? Be catchin' the bus, boy, there's more to serve
My reaction's everlasting like Chernobyl, vocals
Immobile, that's the focal point, relax and smoke a joint
Past the derma of the taciturn facts are learned
From wax turner to mass murder, wacks turn up on the back burner
Too many snitches and bitches trying to get riches
In business, but never find interest in finding their niches
They gotta know the importance of keeping their priorities
In check more than their Jordan's
Need common sense more than poor men need jackpots
And Lincoln's can't afford cobras and chargers chasing jaguars
And Rav-4s, I kick my feet up on social media dashboards
My talus forces a crash course, punch in your passwords
Rap frauds I can't keep on the low like a class four
Y'all reap what you sow like a rasp voice
Hidden past walls, make 'em split like mom and dad's divorce
Too bad your facts are abhorred and wouldn't last in court
Fast forward, I bury beef, firm like Halle Berry's teets
Y'all wanna carry heat like your grandmomma's sweater
Stampedes of peacemakers with revolver Berettas, back when all was better
Now get red specks on your head like Geraldo Rivera
Take your Ciroc and Bacardi to your nearby block party
As they work together like Doc and Marty to clog your arteries
Y'all wanna keep your kilo sheen and steelo clean
Go holler at your Georgia home boy like CeeLo Green
I see no king, you get Crown Vic's, Crown Royal's, you ever down six?
My flow's more streamline than the shit you've thrown up on Soundclick
You average wack rappers should wake up without your thalamus
Practicing abstinence of assonance, you know your alphabets?
Like "aye, b! Let's see, ya got dee's, but without the letter
E in education, your mind's racing to catch them F's, G
Try to hit an H on the scale, c'mon impress me
I got the J's, mkay? Take an L like Bessie
You mf's want in? Fuck your Oedipus complexity
Mind your P's like Presley, and your Q's when you're next, b
My rhyme's the king of R&R, relaxation and resting
But not to sleep on, I need that S on my chest, see?
If you've got the balls, give it your best tee
Trite biters light on the mic like UV's to the extreme
Fuck the slinging, especially dubs and ecstasy
Forever gettin' slept on, that's why y'all should never catch Z's
Hard to settle beef like digesting in Mecca
K's and 9's bravado, your dawgs are auto like Teksta
I test you, if you think hip-hop's one texture
With no extra mixture, then come check the gesture
I drop pins and needles to make you stomp your feet
I comp from beats while chump cheats romp the streets
It don't make sense just to say it one time
And time is dollars, but I won't holler just for some dime
Cause love is only numbers, tell that to Kony's lovers
Keep watch for Lonely Summer
