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This is art (yeah yeah)
Dread
East of the rockies
Dread,

West of the rockies
Dread
On the wildcard line
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
ends
A line that piles high an art of trend
Champagne delusions, contorts and bends

The seething mass which consumes deceit
The frozen glance burn
the singe
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid

infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
bestial acts

You say the girls may strip with your permission 
You draw the line dividing art from sin
So first sort out the basic food position
Then
is to survive
And death is defeat

Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
Playing on the minds

Bombard
the siege
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid

Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers
Come erotic communion in its splendour

Fever mirrored ghosts
Night-time consolation, cross the line
Draw
affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers
Come erotic communion in its splendor

Fever mirrored ghosts
Night-time consolation, cross the line
Draw
affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers

Come erotic communion in its splendour
Fever mirrored ghosts
Night time consolation, cross the line
Draw
alive by bestial acts. 

You say the girls may strip with your permission (whoa!) 
You draw the line dividing art from sin 
So first sort out
Better read the "Art Of War"
Before crossing my lines
You better read the "Art Of War"
Before crossing my lines

[Shyheim]
It ain't over till we even,
I
Unquestioning unconfronting
Poetic lines on the art of dying
Falling back in fields of rape
That was the way

Those were the horrors
As daddy went a-reaping
let it go!
Our careful words are self-deceiving,

Though we like to call them 'pretense' and 'art',
But every old line is held in the mind,
When
new to me
I even corrected what the public school system tried to do to me
Here's a spark encoded in rhyme and love for everyone of the devoted in line
of the devoted in line:
We call it art, some call it a crime
it's the rap Michael Moore, like Bowling for Columbine
on drums, Fahrenheit, 9-1-1
Al Queda hit
of shadows, behold 
I'm moving soul to soul 
Soul to soul 

When does art imitate life, and life become art? 
It's a hard line and crossing over is my only
The sound of your soul is watered down,
A finished thoughts not a work of art.
You see the line, take the bait,
You're stuck to the tracks
hundred and ninety nine 
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying 
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line 
Why the art
‘nasty arts’ ran my line evading cop cars
And we looked up to them like they were rock stars
Paint stained hands and fame like Manson
That’s Charles not
you one at a time, in a parallel line
While the art of emceeing is steady dying
Canibus and Rakim Allah is still in their prime

[Chorus]
hundred and ninety nine 
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying 
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line 
While the art
You know you're my cookie baby and you're too smart
I can see it in the lines of your school art
True heart
I mean courage
Expressed with care
Go
go ahead and gentrify
We let art die with robot minds
Steal the brush and paint boundary lines

A stale kind the people we'll find
Walking in
further down the line
You can do it all at once or one rock at a time
You can turn an ordinary picture into a priceless work of art
It's what you can do
just a minor thing 
And I'm a minor king 
He knows everything 

You've got your bit part, Mozart 
Hot dart acceleration 
Pop art, pistol chasin'

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