Lyrics:
artist whose words for them are choosen
I ain’t loosin down to no artist whose words and flows are stupid
I ain’t loosin down to no artist whose drugs
New artist
With words and goals
Make songs/
Let em touch the globe
This is CcPNIFICENT
Rapper dreams...
Rapper dreams...
Know it seems...
Like...
ignorant Young Money Miami Beach shit
Couple artists got words for me, that's never fun
They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come
I'm
our scope, artistically.
Jimmy: Yeah, we're artists!
Junior: Word up!
*camera shutter clicks*
Larry: There's a time to be silly, and a time to be
em off into the unknown
In and out of consciousness, kind of like
a hip-hop microphone hypnotic
Specialist in gettin inside artists, sick word
baby I Rockwilder
Fake Coogi, socks with the art print
She likes that I'm a rapper
I like that she's an artist
Fragmented words but never broke a promise
a distorted picture
A distorted picture - an artist's impression
Words of love, anger and hate
Like three different colours of paint
Mixed together
Who now, you now, you next up
Who now, you now, you next up
Too many producers, I'm a music designer
Too many new artists, that's word to my momma
and watch me swerve in a blink
Cause I'm the lexicon artist, that word player life
If I married a writer I'd be a word player's wife
But I'd rather be alone
And flood the airwaves, create some stairways for my brethren
Marcus turns to Martin, when I tell my brothers get the stepping
Marcus just an artist using
everything ready
Leaving blood on the road that's ahead of me
Shoulda saw how i first started
Crawling elevated to walking
Drawing led me to bein artist
feel you boil it down and say I'm just a tortured artist using Words to paint a portrait of my torturous views
like an artist using words tryna combat the
Hate always come after a nigga brain like a surgeon wit scalpels
Like the time moving faster
Like the time
right now
So, oh you want a real artist
With words like razor blades
I'll cut you's what I fear darling
I'm so drunk on love
Since I swam through your
SONG: Down For Me
ARTIST: ViQQ
Words and Music: Victor Gborge
Published by: Blue Pie Publishing USA (ASCAP)
Record Label: Blue Pie Records USA
finished
When the truth of the matter is
You never started
Yes, I️ am an artist
My words make me a Commodus
A poet
Who might pull up with POTUS
This is
a degree
Prison system that's the only bail, well
Degree holders still jobless, am like uh how does that work
But me I can't help but be an artist, put words
the way I be standin on business
Imma real artist dese words like graffiti
She look at me like she just wanna eat me
Write in the air and its like you can
like my pockets got the hiccups
No really, I'm an artist, say some words, you'll see a picture
No really, I go dummy and I ain't gotta use my pistol
My
to a artist of words
From a wild child, to my parents trynna steady me
From taken my parking cue, to givin' me heave "D"
From mimicking thugs, thinking
to a artist of words
From a wild child, to my parents trynna steady me
From taken my parking cue, to givin' me heave "D"
From mimicking thugs, thinking
Shawty on my line to say she like the new song
I know you heard it, but did you really feel it?
I'm an artist baby words paint the bigger picture
Demons
been to sleep
I'm afraid of what's after
Runnin' away from disaster, addicted to pain
And I try to hide it
That's why I let artists write
Words on my
to a artist of words
From a wild child, to my parents trynna steady me
From taken my parking cue, to givin' me heave "D"
From mimicking thugs, thinking
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