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vic spencer – the writers lyrics

[intro]
it’s a f+cking miracle someone you know can write
one way or the other
i’m going to get to the bottom of this
what’s it look like i’m doing?
i’m k!lling your motherf+cking ass n+gga
stupid ass punk mother f+cker
where the f+ck is your sh+t n+gga
[?] of the world
kiss all this sh+t goodbye
it is the end
if you have any sensitivity
kiss all of it goodbye
everybody has lost their god d+mn mind
everybody
everybody has gone f+cking crazy

[verse 1:[?]]
[?] when i scribe in my pyramid walk
hieroglyphic graffiti and tagging in the halls
then i talk stories as an african griot
wrote down the ten commandments derived from my aht
one million scrolls amongst the tribe
call me script keeper as i transform the scribe
realize my words coincide with patterns of the universe
he mad with a verse, true master of the universe
when i’m near a thought it’s quickly put into an action
a super emcee way before the art of rapping
[?]
now that’s a strange sound
i could write in [?] word to james brown
our language is profound, verbs and nouns
subject and the predicate
quickly change the subject with proper writing etiquette
write a verse in kentucky and perform it in connecticut
the whole world gon’ love me
[?]
[chorus]
painted symbols on the wall
it’s a shame what’s in the hall
tell the story tell it all
keep writing
keep writing
[?]
painted symbols on the wall
it’s a shame what’s in the hall
tell the story tell it all
keep writing
keep writing
[?]

[verse 2:[?]]
it was oral tradition, then it was written
pressed on to the print then radio and television
now it’s internet driven with mobile devices
a long way from scribing on rolls of papyrus
with my third iris i close my eyelids
envision a new tomorrow radiate true enlightenment
clash with the titans my pen as a sword
right in my right mind on my own right accord
the writings on the wall, writing with a ballpoint pen
shake the ball in the krylon can
modern marvel mural memorializing my man
one picture a thousand words by one hand
grafs and glyphs mixed with symbols and sciences
up in the temple just like a scientist
spiritually aligned with cherubins and sirens
you can’t read the signs if you can’t hear the silence
so imma keep scribing
rhythm and writing
[chorus]
painted symbols on the wall
it’s a shame what’s in the hall
tell the story tell it all
keep writing
keep writing
[?]
keep writing

[verse 3: [?]]
he wrote about the end of the world
like a poet wrote that slaves were the kings and the masters didn’t know it
or the presidents a puppet but they called it absurd
what about illuminati and the group build a bird
it was he who wrote it was all a dream
he must have knew i read word up magazine
cool rappers don’t write they be scribbling
when i heard sharlene what about darlings
when you write nice bars the caged bird sings
easy cop out when you write about bling
no real substance to a microphone fiend
only serve pens to a notebook king
i don’t want to be know for writing stanky legging
or have them wasted forced to write fake sh+t
but mistakes are made pencils erase it
some pens flow smooth like stoves stay lit
success ain’t sweet i can barely taste it (yummy)
problems in my life write to replace it
the channels ain’t clear cause the real sh+t’s here
[chorus]
painted symbols on the wall
it’s a shame what’s in the hall
tell the story tell it all
keep writing
keep writing
[?]
missing you
malcolm x
alex haley
[?]

[verse 4: vic spencer]
scribble art in the dark
and watch the world read it at a yellowstone park
this letter got one [?]
write on paper that was made out of peruvian bark
payback ain’t enough like do i hate a clark
bring the sh+t to life like mole from inkheart
imagine life with no image or decisions
or jehovah’s witness writing about another religion
use sharpies instead of sniffing them
write about my brother’s cause i’m missing them
write about our foes instead of k!lling them
tired of writing for [?] and chitlin change
i seen an author lose his mind
after he smack a mark in his face he go listen to my rhymes
used to read magazines and be thirsty to buy them
a handful of fans i still got the heart to subscribe them
read the girl who fell from the sky twice
wrote the word of advice on the explosive device
which is a metaphor for this beat
eat with the greeks
eat h+lla fish during the jewish feast of weeks (yummy)
i’m far from an entertainer
no happy raps but i’m writing sh+t out of anger
i can write a book an absolute no+brainer
you can see what i write i should have been ‘came a painter

[chorus]
painted symbols on the wall
it’s a shame what’s in the hall
tell the story tell it all
keep writing
keep writing
[?]
missing you
malcolm x
alex haley
[?]

the count’s [?]

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