[Intro] They gave me a page. I gave it a pulse. They gave me a pen. I gave it a purpose. Now every drop carries a story. [Hook] Ink Black ink Red ink Ink Don't jinx it Ink Black ink Red ink Ink Don't jinx it [Verse 1 ] Pen pressure, measured aggression, the message is medicine, I bend letters, sever the tether that kept me competitive, Never been hesitant, evidence evident, Every sentence is venomous, venom in every syllable. I don't need gimmicks, I'm in it to finish, The minute I enter, the limit diminish, I pivot the rhythm, then switch up the vision, They mimic the image but miss the precision. I put a period where they put a comma, Turn a little bit of drama to a full-blown saga, I'm a problem with a pen, put a pause in the applause, Then proceed with precision like a surgeon with a cause. I calculate cadence, accelerate placement, Every phrase interlaces, intricate arrangement, If the page is my arena, every line's a gladiator, I'm raising the standard while they raise their expectations. No gimmicks in the gimmick, every lyric got a fingerprint, Leave evidence embedded in the sentences, They want a simple sentence, I give syntax with a side effect, You can hear the difference when the syllables start bending. [Hook] Ink Black ink Red ink Ink Don't jinx it Ink Black ink Red ink Ink Don't jinx it [Verse 2] Patterns in patterns, the craft is a labyrinth, Laughing at average, casually damaging narratives, Back in the booth with a bag full of adjectives, Stacking the syllables till every bar has a backbone. Calculated, calibrated, cold with the cadence, Roll with the phrases like waves in the basement, No wasted statements, the placement is surgical, Words get arranged till the ordinary's vertical. I can make a basic beat feel like a battleground, Take eight little syllables and stretch 'em around, Put a hidden little meaning in the middle of the sound, Then bring it back around when you thought it wasn't around. That's wordplay with wordplay, layers beneath layers, Sharp enough to cut through the clutter of the players, I don't chase a trend, I chase timeless behavior, Make a classic out of nothing but a pen and a paper. I got syllables swimming in rhythm and riddles, Little bits of brilliance embedded in the middle, Every little detail deliberate, never accidental, I turn a simple instrumental into something monumental. [Final Hook] Ink Black ink Red ink Ink Don't jinx it Ink Black ink Red ink Ink Don't jinx it [Outro — spoken] I don't leave footprints. I leave signatures.
