Lyrics:
This is art (yeah yeah)
Dread
East of the rockies
Dread,
West of the rockies
Dread
On the wildcard line
Boogaloo, boogaloo, boogaloo
whoa
Diagnose me
We been up three
I won’t lose the lead
Created art on my line
We really create the art
Play with my dawg
I let the chopper spark
Like
No art, just sound, feel the beat on the ground No lines, no forms, just rhythm, breaking norms
No art, pure beat, move your body, feel the heat No
to come along, hold my place in line
Till i come alive, I, I cant wait every night its only time
Till i fall in line, I sail away theres an art to wasting
me
Bowing down to everything I hate about myself
No regrets, no indignation
Now that the line between my art and exorcism has never been so thin
to the sound
Follow your heart whereever it my be and destiny will come around
Cars a streaming down the freeway
Lonely people in lonely lines
The art
Hops home
Like I said this is mine
Said it nine times niggas better fall in line
This is Art of War
I fight for the poor
With every ounce that I pour
a fine line
Tis the art unspoken
Sacrifice in moment of hesitation
Keep flowing
Walking on the line of balance
In between everest and sahara
Til we reach
to harmonize
Draw the line at modifying art of mine, commodify
My pens shaking
With temptations to send faces to enraging
Embrace it, I spend paper to rent
affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers
Come erotic communion in its splendor
Fever mirrored ghosts
Night-time consolation, cross the line
Draw
affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers
Come erotic communion in its splendour
Fever mirrored ghosts
Night-time consolation, cross the line
Draw
gimmicks, just raw artistry
I paint pictures with my words, with flawless mastery
I'm a wordsmith, every line a work of art
My flow's so sick, it could bring
at the bit
The line between art and pain no longer exists
You're bleeding in the blur
You're dying in a ditch
Paint the picture how you want it
It's
want you to to cry
Freaky ass treesh at the end of the line
Yeah yea end of the line
Next gen art just give it some time
iced out wrist finna give it
joe
And when I'm in the pussy I'm a boss, knock her off
My enemy don't cross the line I draw, respect my art
Man I swear to God these pussies soft like
with no Apologies
No False Modesty
Know I'm the shit bitch
Fine Art
Lines Too Sharp
Get ya neck slit
Double Cartwheel twist lyric gymnastics
Double Bar
cut deep with the pain
Y'all don't want to go the distance you'll pay me Per Diem
My lines are pure art they belong in museums
I'm the architect
this art of mine, gon
Bring me dame dollar signs, Yea here I go, moving to and fro, Bob Ross with the fro the
Way I blend the lines, Know you niggas see
line it's all art (This is a good and a bad song)
(Chorus)
wisdom, drumming rhythm
Heartbeat keeping me in time
In time, in line, in line
Beatbox poetry, art rapper designed to fly
Live out this life, street art
(Verse 7)
In my city studio, smoke takes its shape,
Masterpiece unfolding, with every puff I vape,
Snail smoke lines, flowers, animals in flight,
My art
hundred and ninety nine
When I aim and fire my rhymes, like a hundred cannon balls flying
Striking you one at a time, in a parallel line
Why the art
affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers
Come erotic communion in its splendour
Fever mirrored ghosts
Night time consolation, cross the line
Draw
Art thou, lines
Dancing aimlessly
With shadows of the unknown
In variants of colour
Emphasising reflections
Of nothing in particular
But in
Discuss these line art Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In