The Slew Lyrics

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 thorns 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 teeth

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