[Verse 1: Golden-age boom-bap male MC, crisp and cocky over dusty boom-bap drums] Every mornin', seven-forty, third car, window seat, word I unfold the daily puzzle and I'm done by Thirty-Third Fifteen squares across, fifteen down, I fill 'em in a flash In a ballpoint, son, in ink, I never need to cross or slash Across the aisle a lady does the same page every day With a pencil and a coffee, and she's slow as a holiday So I tap my finished grid and hold it up so she can see Say there's levels to this, lady, and the top level is me [Hook: Golden-age boom-bap male MC, full drums, jazz sample stabs] I do it in ink, I don't carry an eraser Seven-forty train, I'm the fastest on the paper Every box I fill is permanent, that's how you show it Pencil's for the people who don't know it, and I know it [Cypher: Golden-age boom-bap male MC and Jo, a female MC, trade two bars each] [Golden-age boom-bap male MC] Seven Down, a four-letter word for how you do this, that's slow Twelve Across is what I am, three letters, P-R-O [Jo, female MC, cool and dry] Eleven Across is loud, four letters, sugar, that's for you And your whole southeast corner's wrong, it's gnu, it isn't emu [Golden-age boom-bap male MC] I don't miss, I'm in ink, I don't ever have to check [Jo, female MC, cool and dry] I ain't racin' you, I'm proofin' it, I'm checkin' every deck [Golden-age boom-bap male MC] Proofin' what, it's printed, it's already in the news [Jo, female MC, cool and dry] Every square you filled in ink, baby, I'm the one who wrote the clues [Hook: Golden-age boom-bap male MC, full drums, jazz sample stabs] I do it in ink, I don't carry an eraser Seven-forty train, I'm the fastest on the paper Every box I fill is permanent, that's how you show it Pencil's for the people who don't know it, and I know it [Verse 2: Golden-age boom-bap male MC, page snap, a newspaper page snaps open and the drums slam back] Then she stood up at Thirty-Third and left her paper on the seat Tapped the top and said, read that part, sugar, have a lovely week So I looked under the title where they print it small and neat Puzzle by Josephine Ward, and she was walkin' up the street Every mornin' I was racin' the lady who wrote the clues Showin' off my ink to a woman who's in ink, who makes the rules And my southeast corner's wrong, it's gnu, I been wrong since Monday's news So tomorrow I'm bringin' pencils, son, and I'm ready, word, to lose [Final Hook: Golden-age boom-bap male MC, full drums, jazz sample stabs] I do it in ink, I don't carry an eraser Seven-forty train, I'm the fastest on the paper Every box I fill is permanent, that's how you show it Pencil's for the people who don't know it, and I know it [End]
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