The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap

Yea inta Art
Yea inta Rap
Unwrap yea mind
The Rapture Back
So asinine
The mumble Rap
It’s mighty Rap,
The Mic is back

The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap

Kk verse

Yea
Conjunction; and junkies jump monkeys in bed
Confucius,Van Putin to it's moveable chairs
Medusa suit seduces till hard in head
Take it to em if yo ass scared
Huh

I’m tired of maggots on records
Effects the message
So hear the spirit of lyrics
Come Holy bless it
Lend me your ear
You hear ; lyrics commence
Transforms, with dank poem
Ghetto poems, with break form
We break from

Sprained off the membranes
So they can lock jaws
octopuses alcohol
Thots odd Jobs,
Tie you up in knots,
You know it’s hot
You like the Bonds
This not mirage, sorry baby
Im gone, it’s bon voyage

Shooting triggers, with bigots
And bitch, napalm
Bombs go get the guns
Trapped in slums
Till the Benjamin’s come go heads get some

I’m Been jamin, I been damaged
We ain’t in Kansas, no mo
Just go and win win dammit, microphone bend bandit

And see ya soul, Windex it
All my exes in Texas
Who's my next pick

Emcees brand it, so nasty, spit it, until I'm famished
The beat can pepper
I bring the garnish
Who vomit garnets; I manage pardons on grey poupon
Who got ‘em all

Who fresh and clean, out that gardens
Virgins who pray to Gods

You wanna rap, huh
Go grab gats
The papers stacks, huh
The ‘lacs are back
Oh yea I’m black huh

So why ask
This is ah rap stick up
Go grabs yo mask...

Go grab ya mask
This is ah rap stick up
Boy Hold the mass...it's


The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap

Yea inta Art
Yea inta Rap
Unwrap yea mind
The Rapture Back
So asinine
The mumble Rap
It’s mighty Rap,
The Mic is back

The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap
The Art of Rap


Tiki torch Neonazi
no one wants to meet you at parties
Or see your body
And the GOP's your party
brown people make you wanna pee the potty
And collect receipts for shotties
and ammo
And camo
so you can go
And eat lunch
Without hearing, ick, (Mean Girls) YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US
Turn my lyrics up
Thats right we're getting down
So all you celibate clowns
Can't put makeup on your frowns
Or your swastikas
i too
wish your balls were bigger

Drink a lot of liquor
To install some confidence
But then you made a mockery
You're better off
With your artery and a needle
Here we go
I'm regal
And legal
Eating Pringles like a dingo
And my lingo hits the Bingo
This gringo and Klein Klimp
Addicted to that fire shit
art of rap
Doing what no one has tried yet
Not on a private jet
More like a pirate ship
Or proprietorship
Of making hips spiral