Hook:
I'm enslaved to the pen game coz my pen game's the end game.
I remain unafraid coz my pen game it's flame.
I been changed by the pen game like the pen game's my cage.
I tried to remain the same but the pen game's not to blame.

I sit with real talk and spliffs as the pen outlines your myths
just as obvious as chalk but it's easier to miss
as you walk take another step, go deeper in the mist
like you're blind to it all you see no consequence no risk.
Will my mind be satisfied or will it always make the pen leak
uncontrollably on a page and make me sacrifice a beat?
Will it stop telling me so coldly that my life's still incomplete,
that nobody's gonna save me so it's pointless trying to speak?
I shown progression through aggression shoveled shit with never resting.
Can i mention it's a blessing to fill a page with deep confessions
through this hand on heart art for me to visualize perfection
coz i'm never getting to grips with the regression of depression.
But still i spit with an energy to split your wig like Kennedy
to blow your brain out the back of it if you test or try to mention me.
The remedy's still kept in me so why's she try to section me
as i rip pages out the pads like it's purifying cleansing me?

HOOK x2

Stop talking about your pen game in terms of fire flame
coz i'm the nuclear bomb. I've got superior range.
Got targets locked from distance and my sanity it frayed,
told my brain to start a change push the button let flame rain.
I reign with an iron fist coz my temper barely shifts.
Shit, fame's fuck all to me i wont play in it's politics
i know i'm upper level, on some dictatorship
while you bottom feeder lyricists just wish to be missed.
You might have a little skill but by no means you're blessed.
You're not improving with time, it may be time to take a rest
i'm that skinny scrawny white boy with questionable dress sense,
i'll show up at your door with a bomb. Fuck the death threats.
When pressed i aim for necks on some knee jerk reaction
slice you with these bars to prove i'm not acting
to prove with any faction my legacy's ever lasting
i'm the general of an army and you're not reaching captain.

HOOK x2

I'm the Castro of hip hop your attempts wont kill me off,
you're a failure like the bay of pigs invasion 61.
Fuck your counter revolution, cease assassination plots.
I'm the real deal this Levolution's never gonna stop.
I'm a sickness i'm toxic terrorist in the cockpit
with blades on the pilot telling ground control i've lost it.
There's vanity to insanity but i can't find the logic
in aiming bars like sniper scopes to get knocked out when the shots kick.
By time you hear these bullets flying you're down and i'm gone,
breaking ground out of town. Out of range of the bomb
keep my finger on the button for when it's time to set it off.
Divert my eyes to the sky screaming "FUCK THE HUMAN COST".
I'm ashamed of the pain, tsunami's in my brain
that leak out and soak the page as i'm writing through these flames.
I'm ashamed it hasn't changed that i still feel deranged
coz the rage still remains and i'm caged in pen games.

HOOK x2