{Hook}

Trips to the mountain with ink from the fountain 

Sink your surroundings with wit from your mouth

It’s a line on the paper, violent in nature 

The fountain pours out genius in vapour

Trips to the mountain with ink from the fountain 

Sink your surroundings with wit from your mouth

It’s a line on the paper, violent in nature 

The fountain pours out genius in vapour

{Verse 1}

He’s ice skating on white sheets

And likes playing with tight trees

Dehydrating makes the beasts mind grating

Can’t see lines making without a light drink

Tips his hat as a sign of respect

But every time his personality his hurting rapidly

Liquid sat in a vial on a desk

Reaches out but can’t find any strength

He just sits back to survive any breath

Is a diamond in the depths til someone tries to protect

Wise in the head but used like a ustensil ,

Wasted potential, mates with a pencil 

The greats on the shelf all say he’s disgraceful

Shouldn’t stay in the temple

Parchment pads are barking back like they’re on laughing gas

His starting scraps resemble chicken scratch

{Hook}

Trips to the mountain with ink from the fountain 

Sink your surroundings with wit from your mouth

It’s a line on the paper, violent in nature 

The fountain pours out genius in vapour

Trips to the mountain with ink from the fountain 

Sink your surroundings with wit from your mouth

It’s a line on the paper, violent in nature 

The fountain pours out genius in vapour

{Verse 2}

Woke up on in a shop on a shelf praying to god for some help

Civilian paying with knots as their wealth

Plastic wallets filled with drastic profits

To eventually be used and chewed by erratic goblins

Trolleys in the aisles someone grabbed him off it 

They went and got and filled a vial he’s praying he’s not belonging to a child

The strange area they returned to he couldn’t say where we are but he learned who

Took him back it was a scholar in his field

Someone who’s outlook was wise and opulent but real

A poet with respect for his craft and suspected his past was neglect and its dark

He has ancestors in tandem with fountains and hand gestures 

That stand and surround them with loud sentences 

Sound them out the vowels just bounce like crammed men blamming on mountains

He who I am mentioning’s fountain 

{Hook}

Trips to the mountain with ink from the fountain 

Sink your surroundings with wit from your mouth

It’s a line on the paper, violent in nature 

The fountain pours out genius in vapour

Trips to the mountain with ink from the fountain 

Sink your surroundings with wit from your mouth

It’s a line on the paper, violent in nature 

The fountain pours out genius in vapour

{Verse 3}

His traditional attire is a feather on a hat

Ancestors are made from bamboo but weather got to that

He can draw everything on maps, signing funeral papers 

To boost up his day cos soon to be laboured

Head lifts when he gets an idea

Then drinks to protect his health to bend the wealth

Of someone else’s dime fear 

Calligraphy masters biblically part of mystery partners

White mountains and sailors with golden nibs 

Type sounds the assailants don’t hold it in

Pelican’s gulls filled with American souls

Peppering bold lettering told by stellar in old

Never been sold for less then he’s worth

The ability to raise art next to rebirth

Literature, sick scripture been with ya 

Since the dawn of time and hieroglyphics

Minds are filled with creative outlets

Designed to teach lines of knowledge 

Before the blind try and stop it

He’ll write the rhymes in a scribe that’s polished