No time for pens (Verse 1) I'm the wordsmith, no time for pens, I'm spittin' it raw LR on the track, watch me break down the law With every syllable, I paint a vivid picture, flawless My flow so cold, I leave haters toothless and jawless A lyrical assassin, I murder beats with precision What it do, I'm in my element, on a mission My verses penetrate minds, like bullets through flesh I'm the king of storytelling, leaving rappers impressed No time for pens, I write rhymes straight from the dome My thoughts unravel, like secrets never known Each bar a masterpiece, crafted with finesse I'm the rap professor, teaching lessons, no time to rest (Verse 2) I'm LR, the rap slayer, my words cut like a knife I paint vivid landscapes with each line of my life No time for pens, my thoughts flow like a river I'm a lyrical frost, my verses make you shiver What it do, the perfect tempo for my flow I'm a wordsmith, crafting lines that make heads bow I spit fire, igniting the mic with every breath I'm the embodiment of hip-hop, from the East to the West No chorus, just pure lyrical excellence displayed 16 bars of LR, the legend, can't be delayed I'm the master of the craft, my rhymes so sublime No time for pens, I'm writing history, one line at a time No time for Pens No time for Pens