Lupe Fiasco - The Pen and The Needlz lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco - The Pen and The Needlz lyrics]
Grew up in Chicago, West side
Gang lifestyle, the drug scene
The whole it's like one
Whole universe of insanity
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 Kill Bill it
A night of the living passed 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
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 cassette sittin’ in a zone rappers:
It's not a threat
Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers
Where I hone my skills
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
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
Agassi 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
Gang lifestyle, the drug scene
The whole it's like one
Whole universe of insanity
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 Kill Bill it
A night of the living passed 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
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 cassette sittin’ in a zone rappers:
It's not a threat
Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers
Where I hone my skills
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
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
Agassi 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