I came in this game with an innocent mind,

creativity, a trusting crush groove, and a light heart

Affection for a deep soul record collection and six sets gears fit for moving the right parts

To fight art just cause you ain't feeling the paint brush or palette is an invalid stroke to the goal 

Like putting sugar in grits, and raisins in the salad

Only proving the diversity of feeding the soul

Its Picassos sketching on the pads of the pleasure and pain of the canvases of ears of the range of the wintering June type consumers who bid a frigid heat to flowers or flow-ers in the bloom

While opinions and critique are a part of the game

It's subjective and though effective it could harm

I get the feeling in their spirit of dealing their sole mission is adding up for best critic badge to their arm

To think extinction's a pride rave brave to assume

Upon which I will interject immediately 

And These people must reside in the grave and the tomb

Cause Hip hop is alive, and you see it in me

Hook

The mic plugs in, deejay on the wheels

This emcee's still willing to bust it and thus

I can't help it...if you ain't still in the game.

I can't help it...if it ain't you feeling the same

[2x]

Verse 2

Excuses in music are like assholes playing the blues with a proctologist and a glove

Cause if there ain't no beat, there's somebody to beatbox

And I'll rip it right there if the push comes to shove 

Off the balcony or bridge or the chorus or verse

I'll be the first in a split second keeping it hype

With the root of the word, seed, charm of the third

Go forth with the fruit fresh sweetened and ripe

Low hanging doesn't mean that they're willing to reach, when each and everybody saying that there in for the culture

Till the dollar has a collar that they can't turn down

Clearly following and swallowing a trend to insult ya [PREACH]

Some flock with the vultures tryna be fly

I ride wit em on the Subway to Maybach glam

Every artist has a motive, and a key to their drive

So if you're only bout the money, then just say dat fam

Hook

The mic plugs in, deejay on the wheels

This emcee's still willing to bust it and thus

I can't help it...if you ain't still in the game.

I can't help it...if it ain't you feeling the same

[2x]

Verse 3

There seems to be a bit of a rough_ing discussion 

Bout the stock of mic rockin from the opposite sex

Where comparisons of wearing thin clothes that expose is a prose that the covered rose brought as a flex

There's The women who are feminine and really can rap

To the genuine befriending men to twerk in their lap

Cause a gentlemen can both enjoy the train and nice cars

Just as much as he can fucking the queens with tight bars [8]

If that last line's a bother then consider the fact

Yo ass don't hold the ethics of affection respects 

That there's more than one way to bein vivid and black 

And also coloring the world with the complexion of sex

And I ain't holding nothing back when I'm seeking to fuck

Who are you to reprove what I do wit the music

My God-given liberty's to keep it buck 

That's the sound of Hip hop, and the way that I'll use it

Hook

The mic plugs in, deejay on the wheels

This emcee's still willing to bust it and thus

I can't help it...if you ain't still in the game.

I can't help it...if it ain't you feeling the same

[2x]

The Judge Hunter Greene of Elohim the sun of preside forever 

with no letter grade on a curve

Sunspot to a not so mellow team

The run em, they're hiding to establish them a way to preserve

Grape or strawberry/ the falls very intense

Tree trunk sale fruit of my justice league and a flame

They approach the bench with a broken mention "Your honor"

Then I held them in contempt just for speaking my name

Cross examine/ the bitter boss could litter off the deaded evidence 

and though the entry sign says no fear

It cost a famine just for buttering me up through I'm bred 

and I'm risen from a different type of doe that I hold dear

The cold clear heir blew heat from the throne 

To be caught by the congregation begging return 

Bold sear, cause before He took His seat it was known

That the bridge of their defense would forever be burned 

No warning, Lit and poured the Ash in the coke can

The mourning/ played as Beethoven and Chopin 

Adorning my drums beat and feeding the scales 

And for the sake Achan made sure I weighed it with both hands 

The oath AND the swearing in the growth of a mole

with a keloid to devoid the choke of a soul 

And while attempting to engage to measure heat of my rage 

they saw me chewing up coal and spitting smoke in a bowl 

Dizzy woke and a stroll with a sober roll of thunder and lightning 

lit the furnace with a furnishing frightening

The earnest invite trend rescinded the ark 

And so I slid inside the darkness while its hitting them white men

!!Reign fire with the land aim desire I could blink at steel pillars that they're thinking is sturdy with

The verdict read blacker of my visual verde 

But they balled it up to throw away and claim its too wordy

So my fury in the eyes of them that thinking it's blurry 

pulled out another rich hung to the jury that's sprung

And legal tender, the ender of the eagle in bulk crash 

sulk my hulk smash is the color of cash

Chorus

The wind won't bind the only breathing of the heir to the throne

tell the eagles' best to leave Him alone

Due aggression with proven indiscretion better know He's prepared to inherit justice as a possession

Vengeance is mine, Lord of the repay

Collateral in a passing casual start

To inflict / the brave with a slaving director

And the waving of this scepter is a matter of art

Verse 1

I’ve never been fraud, or switched to' an odd pitch, to retrieve lauding even when a bitch did applaud

When I lift my leg or mic, when I'm pissing or advice giving spitting to the mist just know I did it for God

Course correction is a due affection in house 

A cheddar brick to a thin mouse is better than the trapping peanut butter

Nevermind the two slice and the who's nice when proving the moving might be up buttering me but in the gutter

I can't play charades of the fan blades that's 

Blowing a wicked air and smoking with no seed of a proceed

When indeed a slow weeded drag-ging inhaler can tell

if the whiffing of the lifted sniffer is bitter and OD'd

Overtly disgruntled with a ticket and front row thicket and thorn bleaching to the feature performance

And if you thinks that's overreaching or non-sober approach to preaching, peep my noted overcoat that hasn't been worn since 

Heart brush strokes ain't flush for the must-crush-folks whose art’s to discuss parts they just can't feel

Not because they can't be felt but the way their pain is dealt it's the soul's mirror appearance that they hope ain't real

It's The [who am Iiiiii] and the truth they’re refusing in conjunction with the jazz and function listening to your music

Unwilling to embrace that it's the grace of God, and face the odds tenacity and the audacity that you choose it

So the nar-row projection is a limited section with plenty of seats that has em all bunched together

And the puss and ill feelings, concealed, are then revealed, and with or without the umbrella comes the weather... or not

But with the purposing to blow up the spot

And the pieces of the shrapnel burst and happen to you

But the fact and the real plan's satanic and states what a fan...who really hates rapping will do.... FAN BLADES

1st Verse

The black bailiff had stared me in my face convinced 

the Philistine would weigh lifts of justice pure

Aint nothing real about the fisherman's grip

when the agreement of the black skin is just his lure

I couldn't look him in his eyes afraid the traitor 

would recognize the fated exercise would pay later 

the stretching of the wretched to endure a bitter pain and anguish

in a language of a bawl that's worth catching 

The court session was more like war aggression, 

force and meshing, a sort of a tort and sport profession

I'm keeping score, and reaping up a heap of a learn

when it's my turn, every soul in that furnace will burn 

And I won't need a gun on my hip, thus can empty the clip

And let the full scene be seen and run from the rip

A fresh stocking of the mocking will appear in inventory

and factor in the charges of the largest bend of glory [Aśe]

Send The Lord another mention on the docket

and I'll keep a measuring of death pleasure in my pocket

Right next to my license to use vice and violence

where silence is the worst of durst in which you opted 

You wanna see how well a chief could feed a zebra

with beef and fee attached to breed a match of bleed the libra

The balance ain't a challenge or guess to ingrain

when my tesseract is crashing the plane you can't see, bruh 

Prick your finger and adjust your sugar levels

With a pencil in of insulin befriending diabetes

You seem to think that you can trust good of devils

Then wake up in morning bitch and double fry your wheaties

The serial crimes are most committed within the system 

And justice never rains until their mocking Him's revoked, Huh?

# my theory of rhyme and reason to wisdom is

It's hard to hold that oath when your oxygen is choked motherfucka

*Onclaut Talking*

1st Verse

I supplied the grants for panting, advancing of arts and autographs

The constant freak to equaling and birthing a harder math

Your daughter laughed but then was given head to my verses, [you mean heed]... I think not with blesses and curses 

The Teslas and Hurses filling up on my electric natural gassing set trip with immediate returns and heated burns on streets and leaving streaks to my prophetic emerge

Hence the wreaking of her wetted resurgence I vetted 

Premium packaging of helium/ and stacking the 

fees of fat backs and weaves, the taxing greedy medium

It's not rare to feed on the beef of a daughter slaughtering the meat and greet when it was seen you didn't believe me then 

You're salty and tryna fault me just for having the knack and napkin for wiping off her throated pleasure

But as a chef with a mean left meat hook my Home Ec peppered a rec you were supposed to know to measure

Hook

[*Onclaut Talking in background]

"Art Is Artillery [4x]... so kill or be killed on the canvas”

Verse 2

It speaks the knot to trees defeating the plot

When the breather of the sea of rings repeated a lot

That the fruit of intent recruited a scent the thumbing of a marked reed and from the bark proceeded Tarrat

BE! The negro rock, the freethrow blocking, choking the degree load lockers till they're pleading for this Master's degree

Licking the flesh of this freshman, with the Kingly indiscretion that they're 

Begging me I have to decree

So assume a cum laude, I'm too gaudy, 

For rooming with a few who knew God is in this body

And threw a request into the suggestion box of investment sex with stock prerequisites and the rest is flex

Pay the board fees with sloppy sinning desire and what The Lord sees is kindling a winnowing fire and the glory in the Highest praise and  forming the score with a crave of saved by the bell and Morris and Voorhies rave

Turned the avenue of the Oaks into the grabbing you and the strokes a different moving the world

To the men of means who lean with a disdain campaign my Alan Thick pen is writ for ruling your girl 

Crown me the valedictorian, salad lick warrior, smashing historian, the flavoring blart

With a tenure to blend pure pledge and a snuck shame bruising whose fuck game is majored in music and art

"Art Is Artillery [4x]... so kill or be killed on the canvas”

[*Onclaut Talking in background]

Verse1

I went ex to a full flexible of the sets that had met at the vertex and girded with sex from the dirt and the word next that's written in red on a shirt in bold letters sold to wetters in debt and it worked

I bent the chain links they claim it was jerked

sent them fame and a fortune and when forcing my name in the ports of authority in portions of the glory be to God the magnitudes grew for roaring applause

You think I'm lyin, I stroke the mane when taming em at Zion, no shaming in the sighing, 

The waiting can be trying, any effort of breath if its pressing in my direction I just assume it's part of the tuning of best affection and mood 

You say I'm crude for claiming alpha and omega 

The fountain with a flowing and a flying of a Malcolm type falcon to the mountain where blowing smoke to vega 

Could raise a lady to vote an open

slayer panty raiding upgrader 

From Z to A to free the way of haters

Who only love seem to bait the lonely glove and great debaters 

What a catch until the players recognizing of the size of the bomb and combination different flavor now and laters 

And the cow that caters to beef...devours the feast

And know she fried before staring at the flour and yeast

So I keep a stroke for multiplying yolks in the grease till its showering and roasting most with power of least

Know that the hour of cease and desist never exists with yours of how would that effect the priest and his chicks and the scores 

of the sides within the doors with a biscuit

[Shit] I love it if you like it and are willing risk it

[then say dat]

Chorus

WHO? The artist, the art, and the ark 

WHO? Exposure of what's done in the dark

WHO? The all truth in bodily form as a movement to steady earth embalming a mark

WHO? The weight and the measurement scale 

WHO? The color black removing the pale

WHO? The holder of the fee and the ultimate key 

I'm the... [No, don’t tell em! Don’t tell em!]

Verse 2

I court the daughter of omniscience, omnipotence

had her strip in distance tripping on some nip it in bud 

just a sip of this, the benefits, could foster a nemesis

or cause her to genesis with me as the flood..... escapist

The difference out of me and the rapist/

Is his ego has a space, he has to take it to get it/

I'm a sex therapist who will only embrace

pretty faces committed to only letting me hit it/

I brought the weapon of sequestering and threatened the mud

To see what's common underwater manifest in the dust

Past the astroprojection, better than levitation

And you suffered devastation so what's left to discuss

I'm on a stretch to play the wretch ethereal from zero to nine

 to cover the numbers in key of defined 

in the positive and negative, the odds to live repetitive, 

the God could give a letter if you need to resign

In the fetal design or position to conceive of my rich

overloading of the lottery kind

For the weight of my share or a way to compare

Think Solomon and Musa in the poverty line Jocking me

for the documenting daughter He signed to a strict thick coke bottle pottery fine 

To establish a mold for the global unfold once told and now featured, the preacher combined

Transformers and Avengers with an X-men flex to a Voltron controlling of the thunder and cats to invoke don

and fashion an irrational swollen of the pole for the poke fiery passion and smoke 

With the power over days and nights, pawns, and queens, and lights, dawns and dreams that might be all harmful and starve

But feeding up the cup of immediate glory

Black Lord Infinity Art Marvel

Chorus

WHO? The artist, the art, and the ark 

WHO? Exposure of what's done in the dark

WHO? The all truth in bodily form as a movement to steady earth embalming a mark

WHO? The weight and the measurement scale 

WHO? The color black removing the pale

WHO? The holder of the fee and the ultimate key 

I'm the... [No, don’t tell em! Don’t tell em!]