The Pen & The Needlez

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco]
Grew up in Chicago, westside, gang lifestyle, drug scene, it’s like one big universe of just…insanity.

[Verse #1: Lupe Fiasco]
Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh,
Before I start, like to make sure I'm smart,
Gather my composure, rather my swagger and my couture,
Pivot my fitted, then begin to rivet, with a change of lyric,
In other words, I reposition how I sit it,
Then make you feel it like I mispronounced “filet”,
On second thought, I can't make you fill it
Like you digging ya own grave, 'less you can Kill Bill it
The night of the living passed away,
Can you dig it? Why Emcee? Ay,
I do it for my village,
The pennin' is John Lennon, the beat is the Beatles,
Go together like Lennon and the people,
In some fresh linens and some John Lennon's fresh outta Seagle's,
The pen and the needles...

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Mumbling next verse)

[Verse #2: Lupe Fiasco]
I'm back at 'cha, and I Pac/pack like cap backwards,
Like a hat's backwards, you know, when the back's backwards,
Yeah, like a bat catcher's,
The law got a long arm like a back scratcher,
But before I leave mine at home,
Like a bat catcher, I think about my zone,
Where the pimps make scratch off the track like a DJ
Eaasy, That's my zone rappers,
It's my deck
And if I catch you set trippin' with my cassette sittin' then it's on rappers,
It's not a threat,
Cuz it'll span ya where I roam rappers, where I hone my skills,
They wanna send me back home, the devil, is on my heels,
They writing this thing like in the sequences,
The police, I repeat
We go together like the Beauty and the Beast,
Writing is in my veins,
The ink is the diesel, the pen and the needles...

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
(Mumbling next verse)

[Verse #3: Lupe Fiasco]
The word is mightier than the sword,
And my swerve is tightier than yours,
Like year in St. Louis ya whole flow,
I fear I sank through it,
It all became clear,
Like a paramedic with an electric chest kit, yeah
The gravity of the vocabulary is a caliber equal to Excalibur,
Swung with the grace of Agassi in his amateurs, there, yeah
There was a deeper depth, don't know how I got here
I also had a hole in my flow,
It appears I sank to it,
My swing, it couldn't be seen
I apply some paint to it, the invisible man
Wrapped in bandages, in critical, CLEAR!
The scriptin' of Scorsese, the score is Count Basie
We go together like the original and the sequel,
This is the end of the trilogy, ya feelin' me?
The pen and the needles...