Lupe Fiasco - The Pen and The Needlz lyrics

[Lupe talking:] Grew up in Chicago, West side, gang lifestyle, the drug scene, the whole.. it's like one whole universe of insanity [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 you feel it like I mispronounced "filet" On second thought, I can't make you fill it Like you digging your own grave, unless you can k** Bill it A night of the living pa**ed away Can you dig it? Why Emcee? Hey I do it for my village The pennin' is John Lennon, the beat is the Beatles Go together like Lenin 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 ca**ette sittin in a zone rappers: It's not a threat Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers, where I hone my sk**s They wanna send me back home the devil, is on my heels The writing is Sting, liken the sequences, the 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] [Verse 3:] 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 Aga**i 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...