[Intro] Good evening, everybody Welcome back to the lounge If you missed last Friday... You missed a serious testing of strings Yo... Ce... Ce... My bad I got so hyped I forgot to introduce The man on the cello Everybody in the lounge Show some love Creator Artist Cellist JB Fleet Or should I say... Mr. Fleet? JB.. Floor is yours [Cello Break] Oh... No words? Letting the cello introduce you? I respect that Ce... Ce... Say hello [Violin Break] There we go Last time We tested strings Tonight... Let's test ink [Verse 1] I heard a man say The pen don't shake Then put enough truth On the page to add weight That's craft When the clever ain't decoration Every punch got purpose Every pause got placement Pain became language Scars became lines Turned what couldn't be spoken Into something that rhymes That's hard Not loud Not forced Just earned When somebody writes from the fire Without pretending They never got burned [Hook] The pen don't shake But the ink still talks Truth got rhythm When the realness walks Put pain on the page Let the whole thing breathe Make somebody feel What they couldn't speak The pen don't shake [Cello Break] Yeah, JB... We heard your claim Tonight let's see If the pen hits hard enough... To make the beat break [Beat Break] [Verse 2] That's penmanship When simple words Carry complicated weight When another writer hears it And goes back To sharpen what he makes Good writing Don't make me jealous It makes me dig Makes me cut the pretty line And keep the one That actually lives That's what I heard Not perfection Cost Every word got fingerprints Every line Paid something That's why it lands [Call and Response] JB... [Cello Break] Ce... Ce... [Violin Break] Yeah... That's conversation [Breakdown] JB... Last Friday You pushed my sister Through what she thought Was her limit And Ce..Ce.. told me Something after the show She said... "Don't call him My opponent anymore" "He made me listen different" "He made me reach For something I didn't know I had" "And every time I found my limit... He pushed me through it" [Violin Break] Yeah, Ce.. Ce.. I heard you [Cello Break] And I think He heard you too That's respect Not because Somebody won Because both of you Left better Than you walked in And now? She don't wanna beat you, JB She wants to learn from you Ce... Ce... Ask him [Violin Break] [Cello Break] Ha... Sounds like a yes [Verse 3] That's what artists do One raises the bar The other starts reaching One brings experience The other keeps learning Nobody steals a voice Nobody needs a crown You hear something great Then dig deeper For your own sound Pen hit paper Bow hit string Truth gets heavy When it costs something Cello talks low Violin replies I put the words Between both sides No winner tonight That ain't what this is This is one artist Making another one dig One musician pushes Another one grows That's how respect Turns pressure into gold [Final Hook] The pen don't shake And the ink still talks Cello got weight Violin got sparks Put truth in the rhythm Let the whole room breathe Make somebody feel What they couldn't speak JB... Keep that pen steady Keep that cello talking Ce.. Ce... Keep listening Keep learning Keep answering And me? I'ma keep writing Till the beat can't take it [Outro] JB Fleet... Much respect Seren Vale... Keep learning But to me? You'll always be Ce-Ce Last Friday Was a challenge Tonight It's a conversation Because the best musicians Don't just show you What they can do Sometimes... They push you through What you thought Was your limit And help you discover What you can do [Cello and Violin] Yeah... That's how you Pull strings [Clean End]
