Art Gods

Lyrics
[Chorus] x2 Face the music, even geniuses appear average You can do it all it take is time management You can take a photo, take the motor you can break that bitch You can be history or you can make that shit [Verse 1] Pass me the microphone we zone up The ass mass colonoscopy I can see your shit for what it is Yo, it's none of my buis- Mistakes face the race I make On escapade made hard to withstand razor blade No shit for self made men Fade to cranking of the sea Massive monster drawn on brick wall facade New, tips for drip sprays So sick it make the record skip a heart beat Meat freshly creased, master piece Caged in the dark of the old let me free Tongue against the light of day and it tastes so sweet Sweeter than Easter treats before brushed teeth Unleash street beast, megaton bombing on a night shift Yo, piff off the spliff lifted wrist to assist it Give up anesthetic recreation peep style while you drift High off the fumes got you screaming out my lord Hallucination, color shaping to the figure of the art god My advice is to [Chorus] x2 [Verse 2] Next day the human evolution Man I'm fucking with testicles Hand style, shadow boxing, scratch tactic pinnacle DJ General Popping tops, sprinkle MC, mash brains upon the pavement Ill made wave lines I won't even have to say shit He raised the bar Like limbo under Jimmy's guitar, revel Jafar Fucking with your Jasmine, Aladdin couldn't even wish me away Insane the cipher tell membrane it's my every day No pain no gain I want to play Russian roulette anyway
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Credits
- Producers
- CONSTROBUZ