inkling

Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking

An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then

So if this is any indication of what you may be facing

Fall flat, get your mouth slapped, ain't no hoax

I get an inkling, they picked me for the weak link

I'm gonna have to pose

Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"

If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing

Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

If I never felt this love

I would have no inkling of

How precious life can be

If I never felt this love

I would have no inkling of

How precious life can be

Without regard to well being

Without an inkling of compromise

Handshakes are nothing but a subtle "fuck you"

I don't have a notion and I don't have a clue,

An iota or an inkling where to start or what to do

The foggiest, the faintest, the slightest I ain't got

I don't have a notion and I don't have a clue,

An iota or an inkling where to start or what to do

The foggiest, the faintest, the slightest I ain't got

Its nineteen ink-ings

Or one fresh inkling

On the hard nights

Like all the faces is blurred of most these industry

Mean game somewhile for an inkling of the fame

And I can spot them from their accents when I'm thinking of their name

I bathe in your hatred, so putrid and crimson

Never an ounce, never an inkling of repentance do I give

Throw it away, piss on the demons and their hypocrisy, oh

Just a hunch

Just an inkling

Just a feeling

He looked down on himself, he knew that body ain't yours

You gotta get out of there, no inkling where to go (and the voice said)

Are you aware of what you're now, Cerebrus One?

And blame my chemical imbalance for the fact I've made a mess

But my loyalty supply hints on which inkling I should run with

And I'm thinking that damn town crier's about to fill this here bucket

You'll swear that smile contains a star

Before that smile, you had no inkling

How much in love you really are

When I get an inkling in the middle of the evening

I'll meet you by the Old Creek Road

They're ready to fight

In a priceless inkling

The request is here

XL manoeuvre through the Lincoln tunnel

I had an inkling, slightly, that she didn't even like me

That she wanted the Nike's and I'm kicking the stripeys

What you have

And the inkling, the clue

How we all got here

You Gretchen Franklin nosey matron type

Does the Home Secretary have the barest faintest inkling of what's going down?

I hear you Telephone Thing listening in

You heard some trumpets you thought were turntables and

Inklings to listen dispersed in a glance

Outside the train overnight

And I can feel tangles of tingles and sprinklings of angles

And inklings of angels around

A rabbit crosses my path unexpectedly

Somehow don't apply to you

You're the one evading hope, side stepping every inkling

That the good guy, the early bird, the one who tries

And it doesn't know the sorrow

Or an inkling of the shadow

Of the rage across the water

That means something

We are more than just blood and emotions, inklings and notions, atoms on oceans

We are Hosea's wife

I'll move through farther galaxies, wear other hats

Trip on a wink, an inkling of a shadow fill

An eclipse in less than half a blink