Prompt / Lyrics
The pen can't be forced on course That's paper abuse Sure pen pad divorce It's got to be fluent Verbal intercourse Students get your pen and pad Now let's enter course It's a inner course With ya inner course Calm when you inner course Love the Sounds that vibrate Become the inner source I Vibe like Vibe Jet be Ebony Magazine See I get my source from pictures painted See how put those words together I dont need autoficail intelligence to tell me how to write Like love making I make up words to put people together My pen and pad be making love like Word making Please dont be mistaken Are know artificial intelligence is cool Say Eye Am the A.I. Crossover Even Jordan would think that was cool See how I put emcees in school I make you miss me like a lost conversation Move 23 Im trying to score When it comes to these lyrics Homie I'm the goat Leave em Billie Goat Gruffin Huffin under the bridge Like somebody's out here fighting for their life If you had my eyes I could show you how to write My life is a movie My pen is my mic My words flow organs My pad is my wife She flowing with me Like Coffee at night Late night The best time to write See Damian Williams is the writer Tilla Sonrise is the vibe See me jet like magazines Ebony is my life Im smooth like rich chocolate Billion Dollar bill walk in my stride Ser what you see is arrogance That's just me walking with pride I dont need your permission to be somebody Don't you see I move like I'm God Tilla Sonrise Tilla Tilla Sonrise aka Twizted Metaphorz aka Twizted Metaphorz Peace Class pencils down Did you write what I wrote Did you write what I wrote Wrote I what you did Write Write Write Tilla Sonrise peace Don't you see I move like I'm God Tilla Sonrise Tilla Tilla Sonrise aka Twizted Metaphorz aka Twizted Metaphorz Peace Class pencils down Did you write what I wrote Did you write what I wrote Wrote I what you did Write Write Write Tilla Sonrise peace I'd like to thank my mother Brandi Grant you brought me into this world you were the love I missed My father Reverend J.D. Williams you were my energy for you I lived my life My mother Theresa you've always been mom My mother Edna I know you dont remember me but I love you to Praying you get better Peaches Pee Wee All my children All their mothers Im out here working over time like NBA clocks And thank you my creator You are my everything Please have mercy on me
Tags
1993s trap Music, 1950's soul, 1970s funk, dj scratching
Duration
3:14
Instrumental
No
Created
1/8/2026