Lyrics:
That's the art ambidextrous
Switch the left hand on ya
Flip the whole steez like only the Son of Man can and uh
Predicaments that land ya in
all of me
You're my solo exhibition
You are made perfect in His image above
Awaken my senses, you're all I envision
Cause he without art isn't love
Sometimes your peripheral vision captures an image that is personally more appealing (Fuck yo intentions I just be riffin')
The beauty of this art is,
To the subject of my art
Let's start with a light brush and paint some happy clouds
Raise the middle finger to who say we're not allowed
Don't ever
of love
Fearfully, wonderfully
Do you believe?
You're in the image of
I wanna believe
I'm fearfully, wonderfully
Made by the Master above
Fearfully,
of hip-hop and R&B
It's important to Ocean to be the
Master of his own identity: Last
Year he changed his name from Lonny
Breaux to Christopher Francis Ocean
will continue
No matter what I do
What need to view the masters
When art is forged and held untrue
What need to wait for morning
The night's a world in
businesses
As God is the master crafter we are made in His image
And left to craft our lives, if we so choose
In addition, the people who say that don't really
safe, yeah, yeah, yeah
But nah
A wise woman once said: art should be dangerous
I'm like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, always late
And sometimes white people,
to the moves
I mastered the dark arts
And my cold heart in the booth
I'm taking my master to school...
Elevated to a new degree
Im bringing heat
No fair I'm
to the Rothchilds
You want your socks argyle
I got em all styles
Want some art on your walls, that's my closest pal
Besides PayPal
Venmo or apple
Visa or master
Ever rigid, never fidgety when dem a left a critique
Especially with these lyrics which is a helluva gift
Study me? You have a better chance fi master
arepas de la abuela, our post-colon
art of resistance? can't the deep structure of
our food be how we were never kings, in the
flavor of our needs, in
[Canibus]
This is the master thesis underneath the deepness
Come to micclub.net where you can read this
Run a plot on a map hyper space 'ya
From
stop calling it art
Come one
Flows continuous
Oceans of limitless
Feminines and dividends
Don't Focus on these images
No sense of give a shit
My
of that
Evidently my mental forced me to
Master the art of rap
My soul became treasure like an X
Was where they marked it at
I obtained ancient artifacts
friction
Made in the image, trace the lineage back to the Egyptians
Analytic when it comes to contradictions
Every cracker politician been crooked like Nixon
pop it was just a matter of time
Before I mastered the art I had to master my mind
I steered away from the drugs I got a natural high
I just didn't have
a bruise.
Who’d have known a disaster was brewing?
I’m teaching school
While trying to make me a master of arts,
& my compositions start getting some
I'm selling my soul for this shit I'm the manager, bet I'll be setting up shop
You say I'm corny but when I'm performing the finest of arts, I always
image in parchment
Rose into a scroll holding a message for you
It said the only thing for sure is taxes, death, and trouble
The anomaly sworn solemnly
owns the people's homes
and all the surrounding land
Buying and selling their humble dwelling
in the name of the Master Plan
'cause paper money is like
So I'ma get more guys, to help me run the whole joint
Cultivate, multiply, motivate, or else we'll die
You know I be the master of the who, what,
art, I'm not doing this for the money
All I need is food and drink and room to think
Fresh air to breathe and love to make my heart beat
Nowhere does
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