No Art is Sacred

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh shit, I'm recording Hahaha, yuh Yuh [Verse 1] No art is sacred But step into my little glass home And see the features in the cracks I filled with silver and gold Kintsugi The crown I wear is often riddled with thorns And when I'm cripped I dribble blood, spit on the pages of poems Consume me I'm the bad wolf knocking at your doorstep Huff, puff, blowing all the smoke until I'm dormant Said the scuffed chucks on me every single day and moment You ain't tough to want beef, you ain't a sandwich, you're baloney Ain't a sandwich in sight, you ain't got bread or the cheddar I said my handles getting tight, the flow is bеtter and better And all thеse sleepless days and nights'll turn the kid to a veteran Bet the next I come to life, you'll see the mirrors and smoke I keep to keep you from seeing when I'm just doing the most No art is sacred, but some are valued more than the most So throw your hands and light a match and have toast Learn when to boast, or when to choke, I turn a sheet-head to a ghost Yo It's just soliloquies and ensembles Catch me on my rocket, tryna find a different pocket I came down inside a comet, I'm the missing piece to our survival Or at least that's in my dreams, but now I'm kicking 16s And some sixteen youngin' was coming with an abundance of double triplets and visions of counting digits with bitches But there's nothing under the sun that the brother can't get with funds that I laundered over the drums, and I cash that with love Aw damn, aw man I guess I'm happy I'm not bitter Every second's worth a dollar And every thought goes up on Twitter And heroes, gods, and villains, politicians, awful, men and awkward women all do mischief talking, all the talking, chalk it all to being starbound children Better step up to the bat, 'cause ain't no path I'm doing on mound pitching I'm talking all my shit, 'cause they've been on my dick, and those that ain't are prolly tired of doing all that wishing Sheesh! [Chorus] So catch a feeling, got a feeling that you needed Just keep on spinning when you battle with the demons And ain't no winning, you just gotta keep on pushing I work real hard so I can give myself a cushion And on the real I think I really need a teacher It's hard to play when I'm just watching from the bleachers I need get paid, I need that check up from my momma I need the dollars, turn the hundreds into commas [Verse 2] Time to dial in my focus and get back on track To who has always had my back, even before the raps The one who raised me and who made me who I am today And never left me wanting or needing in any way So Mom, Dad, I hope it's not too far now To the day in which the bar you raised so high can just be set down I'll buy a trip for y'all, your cats And make sure it stays in Texas so you're never out of whack I'm not that grown, but I'm bold enough to know All that loving that you showed, you'll surely say it's standard But still it's home whenever you're both around You're the greatest living beings on the planet, yeah I just wanna make it up to you, my best ever I'll show you everything you taught me was the best ever I cherish every little moment that we spend together Never was a second I think back on that I'd change for the better, and yo [Chorus] So catch a feeling, got a feeling that you needed Just keep on sprinting when you battle with the demons And ain't no winning, you just gotta keep to pushing I work real hard so I can give myself a cushion And on the real I think I really need a teacher It's hard to play when I'm just watching from the bleachers I need get paid, I need that check up from my momma I need the dollars, turn the hundreds into commas [Outro] Sick of the infinite lines Gripping the vibes Sick of the pictures all the time Wish I was living the life that I chose Sick of the lie Different than many other niggas I'm too quick to get by Said I'm too quick to get by