Poets of the Round Table (feat. Tribecalledflex)
The holy trinity of spilled ink The paper, the pen and my mind to think With these they make the trifecta Who you know switch in and out of flows I betcha betcha Can only think of me R.E.G. the K.I.N.G. Haters look down upon like peasantry Just remember how you got there and know it wasn't me The holy trinity my mind the pen the ink I stay away from bullshit, I write to make you think, Only use a third of my brain my will power is enormous, I got the world in my palm and now my life is gorgeous, No worries homie catch me floating through life, Dreaming of being on stages rocking the mic, I must of been Jimi Hendrix in my past life, Just know my time coming like its f*cking your wife Pardon the adultery Vivid imagery but kinda sultry Spending these words like currency Ever so fluidly like a current in the sea And you may not able to see it currently But after these two Poets of the Round Table will make you see things clearly
