The Reavers - Penmanship lyrics

The Reavers (ft. Vordul Mega, billy woods, and Karniege) - “Penmanship” [Produced by Bond (AKA 007)] [Intro: Vordul Mega] Yeah. Yo [Verse 1: Vordul Mega] Through the journeys and struggling tales Artists starving, the bubbling sales. We all Got to eat, skate with cuffs on our tails Integrity to win. And then it all fails And the sh** hits the fan We turn lights off, light candles, like “Let's Have a séance.” Pray past days, we on Holding TECs. Circumstances Of living with heavy laws. We did it In every hall, getting lifted and spitting off And we do this. Sincerely, yours crafting Mastery of existing through years Of stress, depressed, darkness Where scary walls see shadows. Cops And robbers shoot it out, leaving smoke from Heated barrels. Everybody letting go like Indians With bows and arrows. In these times, men babel With hidden terribles, trying to get right Sometimes, getting high—even when I'm mad low Mad low, walking mines, cemeteries And blocks where the gats blow [Verse 2: billy woods] And that's how it go when you “Spitamatic” See mic, grab it. We babies already With the bad habits, no manners I'm crazy, come through in all spots No hammers. Getting hazy, first rule is: No bammer. Stoned on camera Thrown out slammers. Too nice, I guess I Have to stress. woods beating the rest On the humble, but handoffs he never fumble Change scenario. n***a, never stumble Would have tossed this sh**, but it's some sticky ick Plus I rolled the perfect spliff. f**ing Shift to fifth, blunt back in my big black Lips. On the dip again and all I got Was this lousy pen [Interlude 1: Karniege] Well let me use that pen and finish these parts [Verse 3: Karniege] Crush your gang with tidal-wave slang Sword slash sharp-edge, Wolfgang fang Don't reach. God knows where you would land Probably in another continent, looking awkward. sh** In school, teachers didn't like my smarts ‘Cause I would strike with darts and write on walls Ask, “Can I steal and then tag it too?” Battling youths and grabbing your food. The name Karniege. Don't hate, partner, or get chased on your Block. Cops won't stop to help you out Swap recipes with grandmom—she'll belt you down Call me Perdue ‘cause chickenheads miss the dreads Listen, fam. Sending me email, retail, and Plenty of flesh swinging on musical notes Like a treble clef, trying to give me plenty head Please [?] protect your neck