"The Pen '25" All I need in my life is the pen and the pad Hands down the most fun I've ever had Chorus: All I need in my life is the pen and the pad Hands down the most fun I've ever had I'm back, to breathe, fresh air into the industry All I need in my life is the pen and the pad Burning more trees than a college grad I'm back, don't grieve, prepare to be saved from misery 1st Verse I'm fresh to death dress to impress When I'm feeling distressed I reach for the crest Of courage to restore the balance from within Smacking the beat's core in place to the rhythm Bustin' the old school rap flow out of prison Cussin' the cold cruel stat quo that has risen For two decades the competitve aggression has been dormant Nonstop parades of repetitive impressions, hasbin opponents Meanwhile I'm hoppin' different genres With pristine style I'm droppin' kin spirit mantras Passion still flowin' through my veins hotter than a crack pipe Smashin' kill blowin' through mundanes pottered with a jack knife Allow me to slow it down if it's too difficult Astounding fluent poet now, gistics too critical Takin' to the next level, crank up the decibels For my hip hop rebels, let's rank up to incredible (Chorus) 2nd Verse Scribblin' in the black and white compostion feels like home You dribblin' out of track in spite opposition goin' off dome Fumblin' a position of power with nothin' to say Mumblin' and bitchin' for hours with another album delay I do it for the art, you fake it for the charts I grew it from the heart, you snake it from the sharks The dictionary is my community, worship every oppurtunity To be a visionary promotin' unity usin' volcab immunity Emotion leaps off the page like a fly soul jam Devotion reaps on the stage like an AI program Except there's nothing artifical about your boy's intentions I aim to remain influential over the instrumental to keep your attention So many artists workin' their hardest to just be the greatest Goin' the farthest being dishonest adjusting my hiatus Again go fess me to slow it down if it's too difficult A pen's possessed the poet now, sith spits new lyrical miracles 3rd Verse Let these phonies know, I hit em' wit the flow Throw every elbow from Morocco to Glasglow Breathe fire out the esphago down to your asshole Like a scaled rascal ready to crack skulls I control the narrative gifted in between these tan lines Your bank roll is imperative twisted in obscene fees and fines Heard your last record went for double plastic on streaming A turd so trash blech word sent your troubled ass kickin' and screaming Agitated, welcome my left hand who keeps cursin' me on my rhyming anniversary Graduated from NY's Def Jam university but your rhyming's sadly nerfed to me I'm a freak of nature with the paper with lyrics that turn to vapor that keep you on a respirator like Darth Vader if I find out you's a hater Got nothin' to prove providin' grooves inspirin' moves to improve pass the gloom dancin' as if you bloomed during a full moon Upload to the label with the link hitting send Up road at the Staples with fresh ink, a fitting end for the pen (Chorus) X2