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I may not look it but I
Went to an art school, y'know
And I stole like
 eight crates of acrylic before I
Tripped the alarm
Anywho,  what can I do for

the other one!
ARTHUR:  I am.  And this my trusty servant Patsy.     We have
ridden the length and breadth of the land in search of knights
who will join me

gangsta's art? (Go)

Never got nowhere bein' the nice guy (nah)
Yeah I got it, but just know the price high (up)
Prada model, I came out the house fly

nur wegen 'nem Haftbefehl durch das Land am reisen bist
Jeden Tag nur Scheiße frisst, dann merkst, wer noch da ist
Der Richter stellt Kaution aus,

far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In

None Shall Pass

Aesop Rock

None Shall Pass

2007

Flash that buttery gold
Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly
Not

more that I did
I turned to the GOAT
When I grew from a kid
Auction away porn
Like I'd ever sell my recordings
It's art that I've been storing
Keep it

Flash that buttery, gold jittery, zeitgeist
Wither by the watering hole what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee?
Art fuckery, suddenly?
Not

Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand

Nature of the Threat

Ras Kass

Soul on Ice

1996

of a primate
Savage Neanderthals, until the late Paleolithic age
That's when the Black Grimaldi man came
With the symbol of the dragon, fire and art
Check cave

Zeremonie deine siebenhundert Bars
Waren nur die Vorstufe
Eine Art Gesellenprüfung jetzt
Werden wir sehen, ob du
Wirklich das ABC des Raps
Beherrschst

what I know
In my old soul

Old school like shell toe
Go postal no mail though
Bars a lost art like jumper from elbows
I cut people off not meanin' me

delivering the mail
Perbacco! un bicchierin' di vin santo
A psychedelic bomb in sweet Tuscany
Adesso Ugo lavora nel giardino dei Tarocchi
Death of the Oracle

they're turning you to objects
Incandescent obsolescent
Another human filament for someone else's blessings
Art is not created to be fuel for a machine

I have given up future and philosophy
Owning merely a cot on which to unlearn the sun and signs
Stretched out there, spin out the hours
Objects with

Flash that buttery gold
Jittery zeitgeist, wither by the watering hole, what a patrol
What are we to Heart Huckabee, art fuckery suddenly
Not enough

under pressure, I never let pressure dictate the plan
I left the West around nine, it should be five when I land
I live my life for the moments, you

to kill this mouse before my hands cover my face
I'm running out of time, even on land, I wasn't safe
I feel like dying, give me space, feel the Manic Panic

From this transcendent art
Ever blossoming in chaos
Strings and patterns shaping all things
There are colors we have never seen
But by the hand of Van

of the darkest of arts
In the shroud of the shadow
Till the hellfire is sparked
The revolution will be classified
This song is programmed to self-destruct
See you

At the Co-op!
It's Beaux-Arts under scaffolding
Co-op!
The staff can't do anything
Co-op!
But they might still strike this spring
That's the gossip

Photograph my excellence, coping with my negatives
Don't confuse the messages, I refuse to mail it in
Ballad like a ballot ain't no chatting bout

The king of the land but no one wrote down what he said
I'm mining rhymes like I'm mining ores
Striking with exciting lines like its mighty thor
I'll mighty

Boy I'm a master of the black arts
Hate hides in my black heart
Love dwells in my outer shell
But I'll dump shells wit the car Parked
Fuck a drive