| Rare golden collectible mixtape before red flame mixtape drops
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| Where did the sun go
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| I am the pen
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| This is the pen, and this is real
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| As I picked up the gift from this rapper’s hand
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| Three fingers touched my chest, my ink on the paper
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| Used again, married to the notepad
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| Stored in the backpack for hours, never have a choice in my life
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| I was made to serve, be preserved
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| Mad when they throw me away
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| Maybe I gotten old, my ink dries like hair turns grey
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| Got a bunch of brothers and sisters all in the package
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| Take me then you takin' the era
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| Black ink is looked down upon
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| Say I’m not good for contracts, blue ink is what they say is superior,
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| like I’m inferior to my brotherhood pastels
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| I feel my callin', my cap is taken off my noggin
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| I think clearly now, suffocatin'
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| Ink is flowing through my body, infatuated with the bodies
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| The touch of the hand completes me, uh huh
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| I’m the original, computers move all fast and real writers Everlast and
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| bloggers are my competition
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| Remember when there was no newspapers
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| My grandfather Bic told me there was a golden era
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| When the pen that was first created, feathers were on the top
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| Dipped in ink, my forefather told me that I’m lucky, we’ve come a long way
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| A lot of pens were burned in violence from outside
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| Not protected with a layer of plastic, and my ink is preserved solid
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| And I will serve
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| Lexi findin' the dutch bags, 30 pack in the hood, I heard his story
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| That the pen that was always used, never ran out of ink
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| Came from the East side
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| Passed through many hands, somehow ended up on the President’s desk,
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| he has a home forever
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| Passed down through the generations, I appreciate Lil B because he takes his
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| time out, doesn’t neglect me
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| Never forget where he came from
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| The iPads lookin' dumb tryin' to take my place
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| Was written as the Bible, which type is not reliable, pick and choose ya
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| Imma be a pen for life
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| Imma be a pen for life
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| Where did the sun go mixtape, golden rare collectible
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| This is Lil B
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| Shouts out to Pitchfork, shouts out to The Fader
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| Shouts out to everybody that hold me down
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| Where did the sun go
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| Based world to the death
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| Collect all my music, remember this is not based freestyle, this is rare golden
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| collectible music, there’s a difference
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| Lil B |