Atmosphere Write Now (Multiples No. 4) Lyrics

Went from the Papermate to the spray paint
And all the way back to the Papermate
Run through the fate, excuse me
Went from the Papermate to the spray paint
And brought it all the way back to the Papermate
Thanks for buying the tape

Excuse me my friend, but is that your pen?
Is it cool if I use it to duel with my skeleton?
Is it proper for me to use it to prosecute these people?
Is it wrong for me to caress it against my ego?

Can I use a ballpoint just to make my small points?
Are these mechanical joints anything like hollow points?
Old fashion number two when I need that shit quick and steady
But that's assuming I ain't chewed off the eraser tip already

If I touch a felt tip, believe I'm 'bout to make hell flip
Computer friendly, only 'cause that deadly bitch helps me spell shit
Scribble for the you, the me, the she and the politicians
Aerosol to the wall, write it tall for all the vision Yo, he wrote it in jail, she wrote it in Braille
I wrote that shit named it, recorded it, I got one for sale!
If I truly feel I got something to show ya
I'd pull out a blank sheet of loose-leaf and draw it out in crayola

I've grown to keep an extra utensil in my sock
And I've been known to market on the sidewalk with chalk
Most times, I write with a pen, sometimes I write with a buzz
And if I ever go gold, I must've wrote that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must've wrote that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must've wrote that shit with blood
And if I ever go gold, I must've wrote that shit with blood
Multiples level four, courtesy of the Slug

It's all about the penmanship, baby
It's all about the penmanship, baby
Ayo, it's all about the penmanship, baby
Ayo, it's all about the penmanship, baby