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letra de pen, paper, and a dream - mr. swing

uh, pen paper, and a dream
sifting through green vapor and cream
long nights, no dreams
aspirations unseen but i feel it
flowing though me intravenously
many thoughts, coming together seamlessly
picking parts and attacking them strategically
you couldn’t see me with ya third eye open
hallucina-genocide tills ya mind’s blowing
drop a tab of acid, drink a fifth of plastic
bottled liquor then go play in the the traffic
don’t ask me why i’m alive man its magic
and if i die, don’t cry like its tragic
thats the way that life goes, and i know it
do i fear death? no, cuz i don’t know it
know life’s a gift that gets re-gifted
the mind ‘s the same, but the body’s shifted
we’ve drifted, one way or the other
the good, the evil, the twin brothers
with different colors, for the irises
one’s the firewall and one’s the viruses
deep blues see through, green eyes tell the lies
browns stay grounded, red eyes fly high
been around the world, but i’d do it twice
just to escape life like i’m erik weisz
experience is the heart of existence
seek subsistence through the distance
away from home and know phenomena
set sail to lands unknown in a gondola
a human hanukkah, doing lots with a little
doctor nocturnal watch clocks with his vigil
look hard enough see the brain of a sage
whose sp-cey stare sets flame to the page
wise beyond his years, check the name not the age
cuz this right here is millennia’s ahead of ya
f-ck worlds apart, try galaxies or cosmos
i bomb most families come together like osmos-
sisters, brothers, babies, mothers
getting their shelters ready cuz this
steady eddy is ready to start the mayhem
yes ma’am, no sir!
nahhh, i couldn’t give a d-mn
but heres my manners, beavers couldn’t build a d-mn
quite large enough for me to give a f-ck
so i’d rather not get up in ya what-not
and what-have-you up on ya avenue
i care not, opposition fares not so well
against the n-f-l linebacker slash rapper
its the, mister, s-w
then the suffix, its the, i-n-g
mic check, to all mc’s
if you ain’t heard of me, you not yet worthy b
this is captain america, and cap’n crunching all in ya area
yes, the flows venerial, diseased
if you say please then i’ll bury ya
dead, decrepit, disliked
its whoever ya, need i aim to please
but she’s here to pleasure ya
i’m hear to measure ya rap sk!lls
says you raps ill, i say your failures

- mr swing

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