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License to Quill

  1. Through the iris of a tyrant comes images of art
  2. The division of the soul and writing is a start
  3. Bowl of the wisdom is poured into the hearts
  4. The motherland was starved and traded for its parts
  5. The ink of the quill to the quivering of bars
  6. Concealing the skills from the shivering of sharks
  7. Blood in the hills with a mentality of sparks
  8. Out lays a poet overlooking the duality of arts
  9. Then what sprouts feels divinely in part
  10. Mindlessly wiggling through the sentences of darts
  11. Kindness is sizzling over the pan of broken plans
  12. The pen was at rest, the quill remained in place
  13. Into the hand of the pharaoh who glances at the lame
  14. Finishing his page while diminishing his own rage
  15. Bottled up sorrows are borrowed and feel a cage
  16. An alliance that controls science through us literary slaves
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  18. Ink is my blood, words are my bubs
  19. The cup is filled with lies from the scrubs
  20. The world is corrupt, dying over lust
  21. Kalligraphy is the only brother you should trust
  22.  
  23. Calligraphy in the lexicons brought from the quill
  24. Was in the hands of kings, then lost them to the fields
  25. The same ink was worded to write Shakespeare feels
  26. Make me peel of the brink of my imagination
  27. The rapping game was opaque with stagnation
  28. Now we celebrating with the weight of the matrix
  29. Rake in the safest place to write words and paste it
  30. Explore our own thoughts and make the bar be raised with
  31. Our own knowledge of the universe and scripts
  32. Yahweh writing this music through the angels I’m used with
  33.  
  34. Ink is my blood, words are my bubs
  35. The cup is filled with lies from the scrubs
  36. The world is corrupt, dying over lust
  37. Kalligraphy is the only brother you should trust
  38.  
  39. Into the hands of Nat King to Cole to Jay Z
  40. To the Y2K stream of unreleased screens
  41. The plasma dreams where our own plasma leaks
  42. Bleed from the knees from the needle pinching me
  43. I fall to my feet and then I hope on the steeple to speak
  44. Preach what I practice and often always teach
  45. Then write down my life and define all my tweaks
  46. In the spite of now, I bet the ink is almost out
  47. How many verses or layers can come right out
  48. How many poems can splurge on out
  49. How many more curses can this quill write about
  50. So much Love in the grill of the snout
  51. Real deals to gain clout are spilled onto the couch
  52. I’d say to myself to be selfish and keep it
  53. But I can’t stop the dreamers from dreaming it
  54. Might as well just make more lyrics you never heard of
  55. Bobby Shmurdaring anyone aiming to curse ya
  56. Specific Strokes of the pen can change a whole lane
  57. The alphabet was invented to make change
  58. That’s how I see how the table was set
  59. Doesn’t affect me in the slightest, I’d make that bet
  60. That I gain cheques from writing all my best
  61.  
  62. Ink is my blood, words are my bubs
  63. The cup is filled with lies from the scrubs
  64. The world is corrupt, dying over lust
  65. Kalligraphy is the only brother you should trust
  66.  
  67. 2020s with a 20/20 vision of my peers
  68. I know most of them gonna tumble this year
  69. Cause a rumble and the scene crumbles form tears
  70. Cuz I’m here, they don’t like it when they see a fear
  71. So they smear their disses draped in fake cashmere
  72. The quill is just laughing at their faces and actions
  73. Smacking my face hard because of notes and captions
  74. Capping in their fractions, missing real traction
  75. This the extra mile I take from you Harry Styles
  76. From the hands of Genesis to gathering it form the Nile
  77. Across the river into the tribes of broken smiles
  78. Shipped to America where the words trapped in vials
  79. I go that extra mile to prove I’m the lyrical rifle
  80. I don’t gotta sugarcoat or overthink my thoughts
  81. Cuz what I’m cut from is washing from Jesus cloth
  82. Ink into the fire, I’m never gonna retire
  83. It’s K hyphen Y, bring back the good attire
  84. Yall be so corny then say it’s satire
  85. I know my quill will never cause a fire I can’t put out
  86. So there’s where I get my desire, channeling energy from above the clouds

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