Practicing a little alliteration and use of the word "pen". Tell me what you think. |
Paper...? Check... Pen...? Check... Let's go... I see you with yo passion, But you too worried bout the end game, Don't skip on the practice, I'm too worried about the pen game, If it ain't food for thought these days, Watch yo intake, But take this ink and, Let it sink in, And tell me how this pen taste, I ain't never been interested in pinterest, But watch this pen come to life on this page, As I put the pen to rest, The pen might take the life of a page, A couple squires, and every dark knight, Neglect the pen? You be the Bane of my existance, I smite, Shining since I came from my pop's family jewels, It's all about the pendant, Depending on whether or not I'm a diamond in the rough, I ain't dependant On past mistakes, People probably think I need penance, But that's a flag on the play, Penalties for you Negus penny pinching, Instead of copper copping them Pennies for Gold, Worried about yo pensions, Did I forget to mention? I do it for my pen's sake, You the first to see, This pen pave a paper trail To Penn State University, To much pen shit? Fuck that, Nittany Lions, Knitting these lines into these pennants... I'm already in a pen state of mind with this pen of mine, High five to the Penmen, With the penmanship to come from all five sides Of yo pentagon, I'm at the pinnacle of my youth, But I ain't kidding em, If I swing through with a mind as sharp as mine, On a pendulum, You know what I'm sending em, No need to axe, You know the message ain't pending, If I'm the one with the pen to the pad, I done already passed the test of alliteration, I'm way past my peers with the pen, I'm on penetration Of open minds that are gifted, a present, Or penterating the times, I might bring yo past to the present, Born a slave and still a king, My Negus, I ain't no peasant, I'm something like Moses... Pardon the Water(s) I'm parting the waters, No specific ocean, My Negus, I'm spent, I ain't tyna be the man, I'm to fly for that shit, I'm peter pan, Still growing, Pissed at you pissants , Like an accident from a penis, It's like I've peed in my pants, With all these p's in my pen... Ya'll gone miss me on the hiatus, But here I come with precision, Flat out fucking the game up, Missionary position, But the fame was never the aim, Just a little practice with the pen game... And that's a wrap... ~Nobody |