Protectors of the Heat chords by Hemlock Ernst, Open Mike Eagle, Paul White
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Sticks, we pick up sticks
We pick up sticks and stones that get
thrown at these stick- up kids
Just kids, you know,
these kids can't grow
Pun is the nine in this,
so we pick up sticks for stick- up kids
Sticks, we pick up sticks
We pick up sticks and stones that get
thrown at these stick- up kids
Just kids, you know,
these kids can't grow
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Without sunlight and grit, so for stick- up kids,
we pick up sticks
Sticks, we pick up sticks,
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we pick up sticks
Sticks, we pick up sticks,
we pick up sticks
Sticks, we pick up sticks,
we pick up sticks
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Interlude 1
Sticks, we pick up sticks
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Verse 2
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Godspeed
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Seven- headed dragon,
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Ashley Wickavito
Casio carry pens by the God I know
Little Mario,
tortoise shell spectacles and monocles
Dima fitted spinning from ruby necklaces,
high polish
I ain't got a wallet,
just paperclips and newspaper clippings
Suggestion, newspapers,
missions overtaking the district
Far from pensive,
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emo tionally unstable
We're looking from grave to cradle
B- boy in me, head spin like a Dreidel
Tongue moves, the simplest sentences
Past the nimblest premises,
gods officiate the remnants
For the God divines the way the
spine is crooked
And hookers need a dinner mint
After Sunday supper out on
25th, part the lips
Force- fed monogamy since Bible
verses prefaced place settings
Silver spoon table, mahogany
Trouble knew Morse code,
tap tip- toed by proxy
Oxycontin levels maximize my runner's high,
honest, why?
No simple way around this elevation
Cliff running for young son,
darting out from undertow
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Bury my opponents in a
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wave of exhalation
Ten ton flow,
American Bluebeard and Thunder Crow
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Too much for these young minds
to handle
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Dismantle candles and start a circle,
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wax around the artist
Verse 3
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Sticks, we pick up sticks
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We pick up sticks and stones that
get thrown at these stick- up kids
Just kids, you know,
these kids can't grow
Pun is the nine in this,
so we pick up sticks for stick- up kids
Sticks, we pick up sticks
We pick up sticks and stones that get
thrown at these stick- up kids
Just kids, you know,
these kids can't grow
C
Am
Without sunlight and grit, so for stick- up kids,
we pick up sticks
Sticks, we pick up sticks,
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we pick up sticks
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Sticks, we pick up sticks,
we pick up sticks
Sticks, we pick up sticks,
we pick up sticks
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Verse 4
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Yo, check
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I'm in an MJ jacket with
eleven gold buttons
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Trying to tell you what to do when
I never known nothing
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It's a secret we're all
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damn desperate for
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Filler than a wet grass with lungs
full of petrichor
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What's a method? Fuck is a suggestion?
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Look at the assumptions that snuck
into the questions
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I'm grown,
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my dinner's vanilla cones
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Skeleton in closets, big, thick gorilla bones
And everything's encrusted
Like jewelry, or better yet,
chicken breast
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Quick pick, oral or written test
Which pick florals for vision quest?
A little warm depth
from Cassandra
Accompanying checks from a sponsor,
I'll text you a mantra
Inhale 'til your chest is enlarged
On your exhale, say "Jeff,
you're a monster"
I'm vexed in my own damn concerts,
this mic's dumb
I'm at the airport,
staring at my sliced thumb
Cookie face about to go
Verse 5
through security
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Sticks, we pick up sticks
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We pick up sticks and stones that get
thrown at these stick- up kids
Just kids, you know, these kids can't grow
E
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Pun is the nine in this,
so we pick up sticks for stick- up kids
Sticks, we pick up sticks
We pick up sticks and stones that get
thrown at these stick- up kids
Just kids, you know,
these kids can't grow
D
Without sunlight and grit,
Am
so for stick- up kids, we pick up sticks
Sticks, we pick up sticks,
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we pick up sticks
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Sticks, we pick up sticks,
we pick up sticks
Sticks, we pick up sticks,
we pick up sticks
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Sticks, we pick up sticks
Interlude 2
Verse 6
Uhh, those are bats
Permit me to save you, hold on
You'll get fed later
What if they really came out?
You'd really flip, right?
Okay
Protectors of the Heat
Hemlock Ernst, Open Mike Eagle, Paul White
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