Lyrics:
to a timpani
Suddenly a symphony, Aaron
This is a sign you climbed above the power lines, Aaron
Art became life and now
We know the reasons why, Aaron
Tape
Sometimes the best artists
Get out of line
Sometimes the best art
Comes without tryin'
Met you in august
Was on the verge of cryin'
Stuck on a girl wouldn’t
The inner-city streets are getting dark
Blurring the lines on the graffiti art
The old stone walls now painted black
Over the murals that once
The art of the crooked line
Zig zag down backroads
Just trying to get by
So very fine
The art of the butterfly
Chrysalis in motion
Not ready to die
the siege
The pendulum it shaves the blade
The strafing air blood raid
Infiltration push reserves
Encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy
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
Stopping by dropping lines
Not for the art, but to occupy
And colonise your Spotify
Its homicide to the hottest guys
The ones they wanna fossilize
Who give
To stop every Revolution, our people are the problems and solution
Cause it's a thin line between art and prostitution
You do it for the cash but then you
Comply
To the digital lie
Artificial takeover
Our time is done
Our art is just lines of code
Our race is run
We lost our souls in the circuits
We lost our
observed his prime
His life ended ten years premature of mine
Rap tenure's on a premature decline
We proceed to blur the line between art and reality
How do
The pendulum, it shaves the blade, the strafing air blood raid
Infiltration push reserves, encircle the front lines
Supreme art of strategy, playing on the minds
time
I put my pen to the pad and then I'm drawing the line and this is art
In a museum of art I spot a sculpture
(Take it all away)
In a museum of art I
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
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]
again be moving on
Figures with fault lines, the art of my past has traced
Myself alone in a brand new eastern place
I look into the mirror and I see
this bedroom
Running over wide fields
Hungry for excitement
I just want to swim in the stream
Draw lines make art with purpose
Make another picture for
frames, rattles alone in bed
You're a leatherback baby
What color is the line dividing art and worshipping?
Bow and arrow through the hearts of all courting
at our music and spit on our art
But the lines of success are defined in my heart
And all these miles we've come are just miles in my head
I'm still
big frog guy
She doin white lines, big chalk guy
Big art guy
Big heart guy
She look back at me, Big heart eyes
She know about me
And how I'm big big big
Too drenched in what could of been
I can't connect
Now I'm falling apart for the sake of the art
Waiting in line for the reaper
Tangled in what could
questions
Who are you really listening to?
And where is the line between art and dark magic?
Because that man had no idea)
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Oh,
This is art (yeah yeah)
Dread
East of the rockies
Dread,
West of the rockies
Dread
On the wildcard line
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
whoa
Diagnose me
We been up three
I won’t lose the lead
Created art on my line
We really create the art
Play with my dawg
I let the chopper spark
Like
to come along, hold my place in line
Till i come alive, I, I cant wait every night its only time
Till i fall in line, I sail away theres an art to wasting
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