Wild Ink

[Verse] Pen moves wild, ink floodin' the Nile cold flow, North Pole shiverin' style words sharper than a tiger fang's bite delight on mics, scribblin' lyrics through night catacombs of wisdom twist up my rhyme schemes diamond tips piercin' through dreams Old school, they born in '79 line for line, battles in the subway grime [Verse 2] Steel nerves, stone cold delivery echo in alleys, echoes my soliloquy crates of vinyls, dig deep for samples loops tight, beat makes heads trample scratch, cut, mix, and blend extend bars, turn foes into friends bare knuckle punchlines, no stunt doubles crumble my foes with syllabic troubles [Chorus] School of hard knocks, chiseled syllables code in the beats like cryptic epistles master the craft, step into the ring kings of the rhyme, all hail the king [Verse 3] Grip mics like vice, ain't no fakin' speakin' truth, real news, none of that fakin' flow smooth like worn-in leather forever tethered in every weather write open letters, ink passions fierce lyrics sear through silence, pierce concrete jungle tales, battlin' trauma persona armored up, just like a Dalai Lama [Chorus] School of hard knocks, chiseled syllables code in the beats like cryptic epistles master the craft, step into the ring kings of the rhyme, all hail the king [Bridge] Build verse sections like architecture flow's the core, the foundation's nectar stack metaphors like bricks in mortar spill ink spills like flooded water wear crowns forged in word heat mapped out journeys in every beat