Pen n Paper
Album: The Beginning
By: OEOE
By: OEOE
Duration
3:37
Genres
Description
This is one of the first songs I ever wrote. It's about who I am, and how music allows me to be that person. And no, the beat is not an original. It's a cover of Mac Miller's BDE Bonus Track.
Lyrics
Chorus: The pen is my sword, the paper is my shield They're my weapons of choice when I'm on the battle field. I'll never let em go as long as I live. That's just how it is. Choppy, stuttered, disorganized, and cluttered The words that he utters are no sight to behold. Tumbling from his mouth before he has a chance to catch em Think before you speak? Yeah that, he's been told. But he can't. Before he knows it, man, he's on a rant. In his mind it sounds clear; from his mouth it sounds whack. Speech. It's something he's not good at at. His mouth is way too slow to try and keep up with where his mind's at. Thought process maxed out; moving at the speed of light. Trying spit the facts out, but he can't say em right. He just can't master it. Not a good speaker...actually he's disastrous. But that's when he talks, man, let him have a pen And it's done. You'll never see that thing again. Off to the races; expression to the fullest. Words flow through his hands like men to Sandra Bullock. Crazy. He'll set a paper blazing. No less than amazing. He can see things others can't when he is far gazing Deep into his mind, where all his thoughts are connected And all his words rhyme. Obliterating barriers of every single kind. His writing can't be held back; it'll even transcend time. Passion from his heart, and logic from his mind Combine, and flow through the end of his pen. Hold on, rewind. (Chorus) Chillin in a world of his own, he's untouchable. He's chronically ill, and his rhymes are indestructible. You can't tax his flow, you can call that nondeductible. Smart black kid, last name should be Huxstable. So far gone, it's like he's on another continent Some would call him crazy, but he takes that as compliment It's him, his pen, and his pad. Poetic solidarity like the world has never had Before. And which it probably never will again. The world that's in his mind, he puts on paper through his pen. Man, crazy when he talks, But elegant beyond belief when he's in his element... And he's never irrelevant Spits cold hard truth; zero embellishment. O.E.O.E. is what they call him, And with a pen, he just tore this song up. (Chorus)
