So Smoov

Lyrics

Intro: Art Yeah, shoutouts to Madwreck, ART you know what it is, we about to, we about to kill it Uh, I'm a lyrically killer iller than, yeah Uh, yeah Verse 1: Art Yo, spit realer than kids with support attached Rapping about the rappers who abort the facts Dumb kids with smartphones, world full of clones Worries I write cuz I worry about student loans Due tones and I'm overly proud, over the clouds Living without a curse cuz I reign over the ground Speak relaxed com that I jump over the whacks And realize that I've been over the max I backpacks of Tupac zip files of my MacBook Pro Blessed cuz people call me lame but I ain't here for the show Blessed is practice, focus on a graph on the tactics You write words, I do gymnastics The theatrics of the game got me questioning my level You heard to speak leak of peak pushing the peddle Be useless, wrote the last time I tried Looking at competition only seeking the sky It's like Hook: Art So smoov don't lose the recipe Just move don't lose the rest of me (x4) Verse 2: Art Yo, nice beat I'm Madwrecking Artists is star trekking Artists is bar checking for the honeys The only that ain't on my mind is weed, women, and the money Hop in rich studying yellow like Simpsons I've been cream at the crop, dream at the top effortless Ruling them all after school, show them what effort is Method is draft, whatever you wanna wrestle with Put it in the ring, then pin it like it's a wedding Am I the only one trying to proceed? Everybody celibate is what we don't need Why ain't you give a fuck, why ain't you give a fuck, why ain't you give a fuck, why ain't you give a fuck Am I the only one thinking at this speed? Everybody yelling is what we don't need Why ain't you just shut up, why ain't you just shut up, why ain't you just shut up, why ain't you just shut up (will you just shut your mouth, dear Lord) Hook: Art So smoov don't lose the recipe Just move don't lose the rest of me (x4) Verse 3: Art Yo, the complexities of my lyrics ain't so smooth Due mean that in reality the artists' groom Pardon me move, it's hotter than you Asuma zoom Thanks to PBS Kids now the kids on the move Now I'm on the way to the stars if I ain't got the phone Know that nobody's home spitting leave the brotha alone But if you really wanna do somethin to get you move on Like you my ex baby get you move on, and be gone I'm out Hook: Art So smoov don't lose the recipe Just move don't lose the rest of me (x4)