Poison Pen - Intro (Foreword Vol. 2) lyrics

[Verse 1: Mahogany Browne] 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 Pa**age 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 n***a 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 sh**ting 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 n***a. 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