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the slew - 137 (us) lyrics

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sleeping in the present slew
i know my lips are blue
but that’s all because i swallowed beat
and just forgot to chew

give me the pen
gotta scribe another win
feeling every step of the path’s
mired in my bitter ken

sweat on my brow
early in morning
but i cannot stop myself
milking proverbial cow

sowing midst the blowing
of a harsh wind
and a loud ring
as the gale is calling
on the telephone
wants to pick a bone
tell it get in line
’cause a lot of people want me in the fire thrown

brand new ship docking at an old port
sow my seeds in the sand like palm trees
no jersey but the ball’s in my court
i’m not afraid of the waves in high seas
piper—with his flute
well*prepared to execute
viper—in the bush
ready for its ambush

what did you give as collateral
what did you offer the being in the hood
i know that sacrifice certainly’s pivotal
also when interest is more than it should

you think my fruit came readily
but i picked through th*rns so bloodily
it may be hard to understand
but my craft doth keep me company

give me the pen
gotta scribe another win
feeling every step of the path’s
mired in my bitter ken

sweat on my brow
early in morning
but i cannot stop myself
milking proverbial cow

always been a fan of change
but i don’t need a dime beside me
quickly can the truth derange
but i’ve embraced the madness gladly
i remember, when the music
of my heartbeat, was my only
company, i, nursed idea
from new york to south korea

stomach growling, have i fasted
just to have another second
with my pen, and, bitter ken
i starve so i may feed mind, fecund

walking
midst my executioners and enemies
tossing
as i struggle ‘gainst the reaper in my dreams
flossing
’cause i have the meat of craft within my t**th
caroling all night as i set fire to this season’s wreath

give me the pen
gotta scribe another win
feeling every step of the path’s
mired in my bitter ken

if you look at me
from the shore
keep it to walking
while i swim at sea
you implore
i keep from drowning
let me assure you
i don’t mind the dour feeling of frowning
give you the scythe in the form of pencil
i use for farming
i own this swamp, not shrek
i see a mutineer on every deck

only change i trust you with
are my two cents
i know with opportunity
you’d burn the plans that are the firmament’s

you fraternize with kings and queens
makes you feel like royalty
had kings and queens within my presence
introduced to guillotine

i’ve seen
how quickly money can burn with kerosene
and how
quickly a mouth can be washed with gasoline
i write
how i do ’cause i’m not ‘fraid to innovate
honestly
not a thing would sate the critics anyway

i told my kin
i only speak
if i have their attention
they’re upset
but i can’t grant my words
if i see that there’s no retention

icy
flow, like the ground beneath my feet
i tread through snow, for the sake of the cow’s teat
i’m gulping down the milk of wisdom, gotta move the cattle
though i hear no rattles, bell has has beckoned snakes to come eat

- 137 us lyrics

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