[Chino XL:]

Yo... yo, uh-huh, yo, Poison Pen bust it



I have predicted events before they have occurred

as a child with a special gift, I swore the wind spoke

As I awoke from dreams of a real life which I couldn't seem to obtain

Only pain chasin shadows in the day

And at night it was even worse

Submerged in a, coma-type chaos wonderin from which my talent came

Worshippin idols with many names, I lusted for change

Granted an intuition beyond human definition

Hurdling my barren living conditions

Screamin for someone to listen, pushin the limits of man's superstition

My body deformed (uh-huh) my brain suffered lack of nutrition

Labeled a dreamer with no sense of what is or isn't

One theory, I'm the son of a witch's covenant (uh-huh)

If you could name a spirit then with my pen, I can summon it

Some people say, I'm evil as you gonna get

Others say my parents were experimented on by the government

There's certain things I write if the world knew they'd be amazed

I got their entire lives in my notebook and I'm the author of the last page

But please God don't punish me

Make bad things happen to kids who made fun of me

Heard Nostrodamus?  He like the son of me

Some people come to me, said they seen me in a vision (uh-huh)

All over the world they bow, and I ain't even religious

It's weird for me to live this, the spirits in my lyrics

Sometimes they reveal shit that, I don't wanna know like

Kennedy, Saddam, Vietnam, Bills of Congress

All my life somethin wasn't right the night they took Christopher Wallace

I've wandered through the corpses, of Hiroshima also in Auschwitz

I've been chased out of Rome by priests with crosses

Air forces have reported, seen my image project, astrally

I'm the chemical make up in the universe tapestry

Half of me, cries for this condition of man (yeah)

Stay poison the land, I'm not sure of which position to stand

But take me by the hand, the Poison Pen offers resurrection

Shrouded in darkness with no heaven protection

You lay in the aftermath of he who laughs last

Now I have written it, so it shall come to pass

Conversations with God, one day I thought I saw you

in the midst of angels burning on fire in Egyptian soil (uh-huh)

The moon blighted, red the dead, speakin in original tongue

that I only understood the sound, the work has now begun

Hounds after the blood of your servant, the serpents circle my feet

as I glide towards the steps of the Vatican, Your Majesty

You gave me the key to cover the land with the sea

I ask the fate of the lost tablets that contain five more commandments

Abandonment of your second-born child down the Nile

Misplaced him in Jersey, it taught him survival

You guide my hand as I write the modern Bible

Not to denounce the first one but after I finish writin mine it's final

I scream of rage that's primal (uh-huh) sneaking up your spinal (yeah)

I speak it slow and clear so you can press it up on vinyl

My death is comin soon (soon) for the love of savages

And what I say will be translated into many languages

Some say I'm crazy cause I'm John Doe by choice

But God speaks to the children through the use of my voice (uh-huh)

I'm somethin different to everyone and refuse to do what many have done

I'm the reincarnation of Adam but you knew that from day one

No need for me to get mad (never) it's my time to heal them (right)

And if I have an enemy, the Lord God will kill them

And my job will be done until all time is done

I'm made from the very same clay that God begot his own son



The Poison Pen...

Yo, the Poison Pen...

The Poison Pen...

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