Poison Pen, Mahogany Browne - Intro (Foreword Vol. 2) lyrics

He had a Poisonous beginning that
Seeped through microphone cords
Besides the broads, crabs
And punks trying to trump his poker face
Playing heads like big wigs with the
Quick twist of his wrist
You could find your lummox in his
Stronghold grip he had a
Poisonous Middle Passage through
The obstacles of a Bed Stuy
Brooklyn night
Darker nights kept his fam tight
And his pockets tighter
Waiting for the lighter burden of life
To brighten his future on stage, but
Payments is what breaks a nigga down he was
Morally ethic, still respected
Only pays the bills on the corner
Now living under roof with leaks
He peeks from behind
Living room window shades
Showing a life of easier means
Costly consequences keep him thick in the
Midst of this rhyming life
A wifey, claimed her lyrically and
Before taking his place at the
"Top of the Food Chain"
Where he rips emcees before they
Knew what their abbreviation means
Now, he begins his Poisonous ending on paper
With the script De La Pen
Man shitting on the beginning and the middle
‘Cause it’s the present that
Keeps him breathing
Lungs expounding verbal manifestations of
Nostrand Ave bodegas and
Conversations with thick-waist chicks lead
To lengthy altercations and
Misconceptions of a street nigga like
Skullcaps, Timbs, and a glare
Aren’t his only offerings to these
Weary streets that bred him
Instead, he feeds heads doses of lethal
Injection through bars of sixteen
And lets the verses stain memories from
The weight of his mighty Pen