lirik lagu lyrik-the-rapper - artisan
(hook):
artisan, yuh
artisan, yuh
crafting work with the trigger finger inch, yuh
piece together rhymes in my spare time real quick, yuh
hold up, wait a minute
i’m assuming that i be dilatory, my time’s fruitless, yuh (x2)
(bridge):
from the tip of the pen, i’m hoping that people connect to this, yuh
deliver the temper, i’m hitting the tempo right into its temple, no sh~t, yuh (x2)
(verse 1):
i am an artist, b~tch
who ’bout to body this?
who ’bout to slaughter this?
instrumental, i rip it a lot of bits, got to spit where the artists met
like it’s tin pan alley, but i’m on the block
and i’ll nеver stop k!lling beats like somе spots
i’m a wasp, you a beet armyworm i bet
burn the set, turn it red, turn the lights all off
avoiding sh~lls, not no isopods
helping myself, un~isopathic rhyming thoughts
psychopathic icons flop
light the matches, fire on a song, right to jot, idols are
mostly jack sh~t, it’s madness, i’m rapping
i ravage ravines, a landslide could happen
straight up be packing the mic like i’m jackal
i’m a rabid antelope animal
an immersive feeling when i’m flipping my verse
my verse flipping, when i’m feeling immersive when this sh~t just occurs
when i record a rap and the mix is st~rdy and working
f~ck nixon, i just had a feel to curse
hocus pocus if you feeling cursed
minorities aren’t feeling cursed in this sh~thole dirt
because of people like reagan, in simple words
sinful cops k!lling, hurting innocents, letting off shots, benadryl popping
they never fail to not make it stop, rain’ll pop, but it’s bullets and pills shocked in
they’re spraying lots of pap~pap~pap at every place they pop up, set their place at every spot
racing thoughts, racist hogs offing my black brothers and sisters, the ‘united’ in the states is lost
i’m for certain, and tonight’s the sermons
light a candle vigil for our burdens
with the plight of birds, capitalism really blinds our purposes
tied to fiber wires, we are marionettes, i wouldn’t like to interpret
eves are hurting, burning, urban jungle
full of vermin serving, swerving left and right and cars and buildings
churches, bridges burning, b~tches earning
money, picture perfect, murder, get the honey
written verses, net income imburs~m~nt, print the money
wet dishes, itchy, runny, sick and numbing
sip on bourbon, liquor, liquid detergent, sl!ck and cunning
spit and cum when she let me rip through her dungerees
(verse 2):
middle of the country rapping fools
in the port of the daven i was planned into
i done planted too, grew my roots from my gratitude
and sometimes my attitude
is just in a similar altitude
of a cow that’s shooting a hoop of a star’s stellar core straight past the moon
other times, it’s down low in a valley through
the shadows, the mad ensues
something menacing, i’m mad i sin
all the minutes in, sipping the medicine
met a sense of an innocence in a sense
back and forth switching houses where the rent was spent
been a fit, benefited from food stamps and better sh~t
ebt, cold products in the vender biz
bend a spliff like dilapidated dated architecture, neb settle to bricks
i wasn’t in the hood like palpatine
but i was tired of the small town, wanted to pack and leave
me and dad agreed; swing, batter batter at the bags of grease
rats, roaches, and also the unplanted trees, planned a lease at least
had a new place to crash and sleep
and there’s no place where i’d rather be, not a spot with some bandits and random thieves (rather clean)
f~ck the fame fueling fire, like i could land a accolade laying down
when we moved out of the apartment, we wanted to live in a bigger house
looked around, picked a route anyhow; ironic thing, we done did move to a smaller town
in a smaller square apartment, ain’t that peculiar? like gaye, marvin now
complacent in my reality, standing firm anywho
like it’s a troop and platoon up on a battlefield
sitting in a malibu with a package, i’m smoking a pack or two
not for granted, i’m kind of glad there’s no black and blue pomegranate juice on any open avenue
soul calibur attacking dude, split your crown in half, you now lost half your jewels
reverse~rtj like you dropped lp’s, but you only dropping l’s
i’ma k!ll a mic when i step in the booth like john wilkes, fire at will
no fancy stuff, no fashion designer thrills, not pharell for real, fo sho
feng shui with the flow, hanging my coat in a sp~ce when they gonna label me the goat
i’m an amalgam of fight or flight, i ain’t got no time for no balance
gripping a sniper up in my right hand, paranoid like i be malcolm (r.i.p.)
f~cking a hoe in the hotel, i bounce her then i’ma bounce out
my self~esteem persistently gets dropped like viper albums
i’m kind of a kind that’s outdone, outlandishly pondering “how come?”
boy, i’m a huge big outcast, the whole world is out numb
outnumbered, keep that shoshin mind close with some holy bibles
and bygones by bygones be my goals, then i’ll be hitting the high road, so
(hook):
artisan, yuh
artisan, yuh
crafting work with the trigger finger inch, yuh
piece together rhymes in my spare time real quick, yuh
hold up, wait a minute
i’m assuming that if i be dilatory, my time’s fruitless, yuh (x2)
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