Ink
Lyrics by Cavalier
Verse One:
Funny the things that I begin to notice, seems I'm only focused when I'm smokin' with my notebook sittin' lotusI spent my last marbles on a marble bookthe marvelous novelist, I'd rather write than cookDespite a look from crooked-straights, one look at jakes see how quick it take for the book to hit my face and ricochet Twist of fate, while yal play kissy-face, I fisher pricespread a little chips on a dish, if the chicken's right Ink; realer than the shit that you thinkI'm in synch with all niggas on the verge of the brinkMy man lost his link in the sink, wet the sleeve of his mink 'cause some skeezer put "E" in his drinkbut I digress, my vibe just glide like Clyde DrexMy mind selects slides when I'm high and the rhyme flipsI was nine when Mikey got hit by the hydrant, hit and run driver, Lucky I wasn't sick with the nine yet; Cause I woulda bucked him for he hit him and stopped it. I prolly woulda even gotten off as a minorI pass the hat along and collect a catalogue of scattered thoughts that remain wet; from Ink...

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Let it sink in X 8

Verse Two:
"What is real?" my pen asked me searching for food kept it cool, told him that "there is no spoon", we laughed truth dropped in a view to elude cops assume a lot presumin' I get zooted on rooftops It's to do or not, spit off a ledge and if it do drop you break a leg stupid so I'm movin' to choose top Still hungry, tell me the city's mine if I want it none or a hundred, you make the first jump or you front ni**a words that echo slow enter with repetitive blows my mental set be dull channel 7 gettin' snow I flex a temple stone as paper drifts into sand a feather left to blow, fresh from the magician's hand it's ink; realer than the shit that you think I hear the voices of my raps and I make em distinct My eyes on the iron warm trynna press out the kinks mess up and blink, chest is gone catchin' you flinchin' your guess is wrong if you draw without your weapon involved Bad move, son had "life" tatooed on his forearm How you explain it? when he buckin' at you see his vein twitch Maintain a tight grip, aim, and then he sprayed Ink...

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Verse Three:
When the ink clears the ink tears spill from a rainbow Thug angels with crooked halos keep Brooklyn sacred We aint safe though, murderous dreams bury the screams Hurry, the steam valve's burnin' ya sleeve from turnin' the lever Freeze frame cinema graphic, spit it or rap (wrap) it The gift ribbon with my finger entrapped, outside of the box Moments the ink blots, a heart skips, a wrist-watch stops e-nig-mas, signature, Pause, Before my flow starts signing its name combinin' life's stained glass with designer rimmed frames The season finale for viewing that'll season your food Last sleep, he had a dream that he graffiti'd the moon And thats Ink, realer than the shit that you think He said my song was his favorite that he played in the Bing A long way to make it for a dove taped to its wing Told him "hold on", they mad that you resemble the Sphinx, brother.