Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Pen And Pad, artist - Blackalicious. Date of issue: 20.02.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Pen And Pad |
| Back on the journey again, tool is the pad and the pen |
| Cool is the fan as the wind, soothin' you after I send |
| True innervision risen and driven and givin' you MY |
| Isms of intuition while niggas is livin' a LIE |
| Syllables spill and I fly, high as the pinnacle rhyme |
| Not to belittle a fool, but try to get into you my — |
| Lyrics inherited from awareness somewhere in the sky |
| Clearly you’ll give 'em merit and cherish 'em better wit' time |
| There is none ever and on like rivers, so clever I shine |
| Verbal ambassador travel in this endeavor of mine |
| Never a anti-gangster, the ghetto is still in the mind |
| If I was, not rappin', a nigga might be up inside |
| All of your terraces, stealin' wallets and necklaces, I |
| Give hella gratefulness for the blessin' to share this and fly |
| Everywhere people outside the culture now try to deFINE |
| What it is, but it is MINE, such it is, love with it BLIND |
| Vision but no division is vivid we livin' inside |
| Vicious vindictive and mental prisons from within the mind |
| Sit and I find stillness from minutes is written the RHYME |
| Gettin' you smitten wit' it, particularly if you’re a prime |
| Listener, listen up, twist it up like the lyrics was lime |
| Vintage is instant, so give it up when you hear it recited |
| At attention, relievin' tension and bendin' yo' spine |
| Sendin' you signals to get yo' internal system aligned |
| Lyrical pinnacle, situation is critical |
| Syllable after syllable, give it to you, deliver you my — |
| Intervals, sendin' you through dimensions you didn’t know |
| Hidden in you, within you, when you get in the begin into it |
| Sentiments internets, couldn’t send you yet signals you get |
| Rippin' through skin and through tissue, fix you elixirs that MIGHT — |
| (lift your peripheral vision, the mystical wisdom that tends |
| To go into the infinite system of livin' and this is the ending |
| As well as beginning of the Gift and his prime) |
| Mission the bliss is divine, Christen it, isn’t it fine? |
| Listen and dissin' it, that’s the incident innocent |
| Men and women hit, lyrics is killin' niggas, they shiverin' |
| The predicament’s thick, and it split the wig of the ignorant lyricist, |
| puttin' fear in their spirit… |
| Yo, that’s my time! |
| I know all you fellas have had a lady in your life that, you really appreciated |
| And you wanted to do something special for her and, let her know it |
| Well, I gotta lady like that, and I wrote this song to her… |