Pencil (feat. Masta Killa & RZA)

The echo chamber enhanced the flow at the block party

Keepin' M.C. heads spinnin' like dark Bacardi

This B.A.C. is 2.3, now his liver's damaged

But his lungs, joint free

So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well

Kick somethin' live, stop chirpin' like Nextel

I'm all in together, swordmens forever

I paint the town red, with many head's severed

R-A-W, I still bring trouble too

Throw your raps in a sleep hold, quick to smother you

Dart his your breastplate, meet your death date

Rook down a E-4, look, it's checkmate

No other way to describe it, but catastrophe

The plan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically

Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter

Horrific torture, by prolific authors

Shape and mold M.C's, like I'm playin' the skelly top

It's gettin' hot in here like the single that Nelly dropped

So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft

A little vodka turn 'em into Ivan Koloff

Why do the gods make M.C.'s study from

Thirty five and fifty year, then try to become

Under the study with the sword above the head?

So he would keep the mind under the open pledge

Fierce glisten, something so sharp

Piercing, swords clink, the vigilante intimate

Close combat, this is emceeing at its best

Brother, there no contest, sent I'm this

Speakin' of a test, this and try to question this

He's so gifted with the swiftness, godfather civilization

Shell casing, universal nation

Could he be the one predicted, presidential sent in

Old school soul survivors, we the wildest

Asiatic arctic flow is so frigid

Is it, the Zig Zag, I'ma pay you a visit

Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard

World, I'm not the same

I go somewhere, I don't remember how I came

Is it the weed, the hash, or the 'caine?

Or the dizzy bein' stained on my brain?

Appear from a cloud of smoke, your throat is on choke

If surrounded, seven men drop from one stroke

Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff

To defeat me, ten demons wouldn't be enough

I sleep in the lions den, without the steel iron

Ascended like Musa comin' down from Mt. Zion

Super logical this, super logical that

Digital, take it back with super logical rap

Have a shoot out, at midnight, the sequel's quicker

Forty four Colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker

You're distressed like the damsel, lost like little Hansel

Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle

Me, I be a killer bee, keepin' auxiliary

Or play the Desert E, shoot ten milli' me

Faster than millipede, you try to end the sea

Your body bein' found in the naval yard artillery

A black blind governor, a rich white mayor

Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer

Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated

Your decapitated head is bein' tooken out, paraded

Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatter proof

Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof

My mic is a dyke, my life is a light

A day to God a thousand years, how long is a night?

You get trapped in my shadow of dark, hark, who goes there?

Power U smells like carp, don't put your nose there

Dropped into a tank of sharks, your wound's bleeding

And it's been two weeks since they had their last feeding

Any leftover bones, we grind into sand

And spread it out, over twenty acres of land

Some call me Steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me

See cypher pigs, can't apprehend me

In a no smoking zone, I smoke bones of hash

**** see me, then I disappear in a flash

Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet

Movin' with a clique that stick like dry porridge

Someone was sittin' in my chair, who goes there?

To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here

Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice

Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic