Sell Me This Pen (feat. Alchemist & Mach Hommy)

[00:00.32] ("Sell me this pen")

[00:13.97] Run through the wringer with my bros
[00:15.83] Can't even count the years in this game on my fingers and my toes
[00:18.83] I don't get open dancing on stage, I bring it to a close
[00:22.01] Make a sandwich out of my knuckles and bring it to your nose
[00:25.71] Mink black, the link Turkish
[00:27.83] I wasn't randomly selected, I was chose to serve a purpose
[00:30.96] On many levels, you still scratching the surface
[00:34.20] Machine's working, I'm wrapping packages for purchase
[00:37.34] Speed in a German auto, not with the frivolous convo
[00:40.45] I'm in a drop rocking a hooded poncho
[00:42.65] Talking out your ass, something I put my foot in pronto
[00:45.57] Not the GOAT, but the way I float, it got my name put in the convo
[00:49.65] Codename: Spy Hunter, I'm fly for the summer
[00:52.69] Pockets thick like 22 plied lumber
[00:54.66] Make a spectacle, observe me while I'm doing my numbers
[00:57.64] Fadeaways with the tongue out when I'm shooting my jumpers

[01:00.87] F*ck, bigger picture, if I rhyme, it's just coincidence
[01:03.94] These are God's words given to my brain on top of instruments
[01:07.11] Filtered through a brush, so when I paint it's never settling
[01:09.99] It's reggae roots, rock, or watch Roots rock "Adrenaline"
[01:13.69] F*ck the rhetoric of any lies attached to me
[01:15.97] Assassinate my character with rumors and the blasphemy
[01:19.75] Truth's crushed to the earth and then it rises
[01:21.89] While the working late doctor working late with no surprises
[01:25.27] I sell 'em stories, I don't tell 'em the end
[01:27.73] Only person in this building who could sell 'em this pen
[01:30.41] (Sell me this pen) Say it slow one time and never say it again
[01:33.80] 'Cause your day might, and you never know when
[01:37.75] This my shot, no chase
[01:39.74] Either get briefed to the Evidence or there ain't no case
[01:42.78] Still rock it off my hand so there ain't no trace
[01:45.63] I've been around the planet but there ain't no place

[01:48.96] Make sure the shit is for real, the woodgrain is Stradivari, Venice Chenille
[01:52.47] We'll push caine to cash and carry, niggas was ill
[01:54.71] Make sure the visit was healed
[01:56.13] I put pain in every pad, we been in appeal
[01:58.35] My bookbag was axillary, niggas could tell
[02:01.40] Wrist is concealed, riches on top of riches, membership dues
[02:04.52] We owe a lot of niggas venison til
[02:06.65] Kind of fit link is from Nigerian grills
[02:10.49] I keep a plantain in back of the coupe
[02:12.84] Bullets ta-ting like the grand wizard, spit a thing at your canoot
[02:16.59] Chewing tobacco, raw lavish is loose
[02:18.87] Bullets for Babylon, babbling rules
[02:20.95] 365 donts, 249 patented moves
[02:24.75] Food la bouche, it's maize in your mouth with horse radish and goose
[02:28.86] The poor house is salt, crackers, and soup
[02:30.79] I'm Munchausen on rappers for juice—where is your proof?
[02:34.71] Like you could f*ck with all of that in the booth
[02:36.87] I put professors on sabbatical too
[02:39.09] I put some ketchup on a rapper, little peppercorn ranch and it's "Mmm"
[02:42.90] My bishop ran up on your castle in slough, Ravishing Rude
[02:46.19] Some eucharist was on his hat in a cube
[02:48.77] The hat flew, his ex let out the crack for fast food

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