Torae - With The Pen lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo it's been a minute since the pen ain't been a prob I remind em all suicide bombs, fly the plane 9/11 dog Tell em build a mosque, tabernacle, a synagogue I'mma send em bars like the scriptures were sent from God That's too biblical not to listen to Metaphysical literal lyrics put an end to you Fully focused to finish you f**s How you fitting to use all the miniscule minister minute I diminish dudes That mean minus y'all, get these n***as Tylenol Cause all I'm giving n***as is headaches when the mic is on It was hyping y'all, in the magazines, on the blogs So I aimed the bars at the block that's the streets involved Nas, no BS, no Chris Brown, just my Boston squad Unless the Knicks is at the TD Garden But everything else is mash while we steam up the hash I'm with V Knucks and Flash about to reup the cash motherf**er [Hook] With the pen we true veterans With the pen we teach youth to use Heaven-sent spitting blue h**n On the move pedalling, measure and move medicine Penmanship, smooth elegant, true veterans [Verse 2] Partially own half the strips that you think is popping California buzz word to Stockton Then I headed back to Boston Lyrically an arson, turn the temperature up We stick to n***as flossing Intelligent thugs, gateway we pedalling d** My ink spray metal ? with blood Cross the bosses, MAC-10s spit with night forces Word n***as will bang for them Vs and might force it My BBM reports like CNN Got b**hes who wanna see my men Not many artists who wanna see the pen Torae, Brooklyn don the vets My soldiers swarm on anything and everything if it's drama ? approach and die Official vets from the Bridge to the Stuy, no lie In the lab Easy Rider inhale we what you feel This is proof that hip hop's still real motherf**er [Hook] [Verse 3] My pen depicts victimization and n***as that's hating My triggers is shaking, no clique is escaping, I ship em to Satan God type spitting the ancient like hieroglyphics And paintings from pyramids that was scripted in basements I spit heat for the immigrant Haitians In prison it's pacing living in cages working for minimum wages Pages of hope ? resembling Asians Making moves to the Caymans With clear water and the view is amazing Now I'm taking trips to Jamaica with b**hes with paper I know where I came from, that's why my vision is greater So why the f** would I consider a hater? I'm stacking grands, making movies with some stunts doing favours Jackie Chan, Torae spitting crack with the fam We matching them grams You want fire? I'mma need the cash in advance I rap for them fans from Bean to the Africa sands Now tell me who the f** can go in like Flash and his mans [Hook]