YoungstaCPT
The Pen
[Intro]
Yo Herc cut the lights

[Verse 1: Priddy Ugly]
Bad writers could write a bestseller
And trend better, it don't mean that they pen better
For free I can tell you that they don't pen ever
They got ghosts writin' for them so they type pretend letters
Notebook king, in this never pen era
Got no ink in they cartridge, excuse their pen errors
Lab in the studio but more likе ten Dexters
Schoolin' all thеse rappers and they don't attend lectures
They got no common sense, rappers get die cent fela
The vendetta they lend cheddar, on rent pressure
So spend kleva your Randela on endeavours
It's time to meet the parents and you n***as Ben Stillers
Di pests stena, need to use they antennas
Jersey number 10 with the pen I pentsela
Bheka, learn to choose your friends better
Bad friends pretend better and good friendships end phela
And good authors could write shitty books
You're on the flyer, not quite really booked
Facebook made you like silly looks
All your ice really cooked, it's no surprise why you lie in your hooks
Look, I put my life in these hooks
I could spend days countin' nights that it took
Jab-jab with the right swingi and hook
Mike Tys how I'm nice with the hooks
It's the battle of the words and we don't fight by book
Only one reason, the tongue is misleadin'
Won't judge a book by the one that’s readin'
Don’t judge a nation by the scum that’s leadin'
The poor are not defined by the crumbs they’re eatin'
Reverse migration, it's the come-back season
I'm a super Saiyan so I come back beamin'
Healin', resides where I find my meanin'
Time defines thy reason, mind my schemin'
Angels help me fight my demons
Gazin' at my angel with the wide eyes gleamin'
My life with my wife, I dreamed it
Only givin' one cheek, I'm unlike Jesus
Can't crush my defence
Leave you in the mud like foetus
Get your head smoked by this bud like Beevis
Your favourite rapper suck, man they somethin' like leaches
When they meet the beast they gon' run like Cheetahs
Run!
[Pre-Chorus]
The pen is mightier than the sword
I'm strikin' you with the chords, it's likely you will abort
My pen angels in, my writin' is for the lords
My pen is heaven sent they liken me to the gods

[Chorus]
The pen is mightier than the sword
The pen, the pen is mightier than the sword
The pen, the pen is mightier than the sword
The pen, my pen more mighty than all of yours

The pen is mightier than the sword
The pen, the pen is mightier than the sword (Youngsta!)
The pen, the pen is mightier than the sword (Y?gen!)
My pen, my pen more mighty than all of yours

[Verse 2: YoungstaCPT]
The son of Mary and Joseph before COVID and crucifix
Addin' more spice to your life, masala and turmeric
I use the ink to write alphabetics reflecting numerics
Ever since the Lunar eclipse, I been a lunatic
And thanks for tuning in my dear, Watson that's elementary
When it come to pinning bars put me in penitentiary
Signed the indemnity, revised that fine print carefully
The pen you took from my stationery signed away your legacy
Hustle is sold separately
Cross the T's and the I's you dot (Huh)
Infinite pen strokes, no time for the writer's block (Woo!)
Me and my speech ain't been on speakin' terms
Slittin' my wrists open so you can see that I bleed the words
It's me you heard
Voices of reason tellin' the prophecy
And it will be me at the end, like an apostrophe
I been the shit and I get the bag, that's a colostomy
I got my own brand, so what the fuck can you sponsor me? (Huh?)
Writing false stories, got no respect for the journalists (Nah)
And if you gonna slander my name make sure it's permanent
The ink must never smudge (Uh uh)
And only God will judge (Uh huh)
When this pen is in your clutch never grip it with the grudge cause the pen
[Chorus]
The pen is mightier than the sword
The pen, the pen is mightier than the sword
The pen, the pen is mightier than the sword
My pen, my pen more mighty than all of yours

Then pen
The pen is mightier than the sword
The pen, the pen is mightier than the sword
The pen, the pen is mightier than the sword
My pen, my pen more mighty than all of yours