lirik lagu samur sami – that’s art
[verse 1]
my heart is blacker than shirley phelps’
grab your guns, pray to jesus but that rarely helps
you’re dealing with the super-satan, super saiyan
i’ll put the whole westboro in a noose and hang em’
then i’ll picket they funerals with signs that say that god hates you
then i’ll -ss-ssinate whatever god that ya’ll pray to
a silent k!ller ridin’ with a timed mine in my mind, i’ll get violent with ya
golden eye to your mind i’m a holy scripture
diss her
what you think? imma’ chase you b-tch? the only bird that i’m chasing is a grey goose fifth
i’ll burn a b-tch like a german in auschwitz
and bounce as quick as i can pull out the b-tch
and since every rapper wants to be like drake
i’ll put you in a wheelchair and we will cheer, great
but like drake
all i care about is rap and b-tches
[hook: gabrielle hastings]
like watercolors that flow
that’s art, that’s art
on this canvas i roll
my heart my heart
i just give it my soul
that’s art, that’s art
i’m taking control
play my part, my part
[verse 2:]
but i ain’t never been a fan of them wrappin’ b-tches
the ones whose -sses are fat cause they lackin’ fitness
i need a bad nina, latina, mad ambitious
too fly for chicks with fake -ss and t-ts
stack cash, run the town i’m immaculate
check your mother f-ckin’ pockets, i’m a mac
you? lint
yall’ is flatulence, i’m an iraqi mixed with the manson kid
and a savage at that, fact
the kraken is released hide your mother f-ckin’ wife and kids
yall’ deceased when unleashed and a preacher, a priest or police couldn’t put me at ease
who we be?
sami charmed life and namkrow
we the new malone and stockton, ogden’s nas and az
oh, you spit doper than me?
sh-t bro, lemme see
i don’t even rap, i push lyrical ecstasy
[hook]
[verse 3: namkrow]
i’m too bad for you average b-tches
i got sk!lls for the bills so i’m writing digets
i got mad ambitions, went from rags to riches
genie out the bottle like i’m granting wishes
lds born child, turned sacreligious
so you can’t doubtfire like robin williams
so we robbin millions from these rappers
went from george foreman grills
to cooking up these raps in a mansion kitchen
i ain’t no mother f-ckin’ mathematician
but mike jack i’m bad cuz i do it like that
equals -ss and business
so don’t be so mad that i’m packin sh-t up
on the track for sniffin’
yeah i’m scratchin dishes
i got too much hunger so i’m ravaging them
leavin em with all this baggage
put it right there man, d-mn it
do we need to compare them?
http://www.soundcloud.com/samursami
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