Penmanship
Rhyme style venomous impetuous
When the weapon kiss you good night it never miss let's end it quick
I disapprove clones I never extended apprenticeships
I was never the type to worry bout my penmanship
Huh, loose with the pen, gruesome to them
Lines sick rhyme slick spit flu with the phlegm I'm ill
Still writing again lightning grin
Titan to men envy make you wanna slice at your skin
Or fight with your friends
Small minds do what you do
Snakes actin' fake for a few views on YouTube
I bruise dudes swing fists where you chew food
Have your cheek meet the street like a pair or new shoes
Still got more soul than you
I am food for the soul in jail stole your food I'm rude
Razorblade score opponents your crews is hoes
Rhyme style sword of omens I do this bro
I'm a king pulled the sword from the stone
Baroque throne flown in imported from Rome
Pour in your home take what I want mostly your gold
And scratch thoughts out your head call it the coroner's comb
Saint Joe, I got a taste for the riches
Kill the beat like I'm hungry and the bass is delicious
And I'm heavy on the lines monolith hieroglyphics
You walk around with no spine back braces for bitches yeah
When the weapon kiss you good night it never miss let's end it quick
I disapprove clones I never extended apprenticeships
I was never the type to worry bout my penmanship
Huh, loose with the pen, gruesome to them
Lines sick rhyme slick spit flu with the phlegm I'm ill
Still writing again lightning grin
Titan to men envy make you wanna slice at your skin
Or fight with your friends
Small minds do what you do
Snakes actin' fake for a few views on YouTube
I bruise dudes swing fists where you chew food
Have your cheek meet the street like a pair or new shoes
Still got more soul than you
I am food for the soul in jail stole your food I'm rude
Razorblade score opponents your crews is hoes
Rhyme style sword of omens I do this bro
I'm a king pulled the sword from the stone
Baroque throne flown in imported from Rome
Pour in your home take what I want mostly your gold
And scratch thoughts out your head call it the coroner's comb
Saint Joe, I got a taste for the riches
Kill the beat like I'm hungry and the bass is delicious
And I'm heavy on the lines monolith hieroglyphics
You walk around with no spine back braces for bitches yeah
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Writer(s): Joseph Quintana
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