Lyrics:
They're out hacking
We're okay not wasting our lives
And it's not so bad
Making clay out of the rain
Because we're artists
At least that's what we like
You just love their applause
Cause an honest artist isn't what they want
Better off with the mask on
So take the mask off
Upon the curtains' closure,
artist
Starving artist
Starving artist
You only take what I can give
But you give me nothing I need
I've played you every single song that I know
But I
sounds
All this hits that I'm making
Executing opportunities no time to be lazy
The biggest artist with the screech
What I'm already claiming
I'm breaking
Accountants, rakes and fools
God must be an Artist
If God is what made you
The church bells ring upon the hour
They're tolling out my doom
I joined up with
regardless
And be the greatest artist
And be the greatest artist
And be the greatest artist
And be the greatest artist
And be the greatest artist
What makes me
the artist
Artistry is what I practice
Yes, I feel the hatred within me
Yes, I'm full of envy and greed
Yes, I wake up every day
Wonder if I have the energy
What is art? You know, what is art?
Is art something gay people do to get back at their fathers? Could be
What is an artist?
What makes a great
the artist"
And, "My what a beautiful home"
Chorus
Now most folks suffer in sorrow
Thinking they're just no good
They don't match the magazine model
he's acting like an artist
It's exactly what he is
Uh, it's just one of them days you rocked the big chain
Summer time no rain, you rocked the big
to the artist? What d'you got to say?
If I was on a label, you could drop me today
I'd be fine with it 'cause the heart fed my page
I want a ceasefire, fuck
you artists do
I see what is true
Sitting there, looking everyone up and down
Studying every move like you see something different, like your eyes
just got a human appeal
That, musical skill and truth to reveal
Record labels fucking niggas kamasutra deals
They don't break artists they take what
skill and truth to reveal
record labels fucking niggas kamasutra deals
they don't break artists they take what you could build
put that red dot on your
end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is what you rappers do call me
A lot of washed
pictures but I couldn't find no frame to fit it
Only an artist can create what he don't understand
I tried to tell you but you didn't have no time for reason
mind
Lock my body, can't trap my mind
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
P!
I'm a hardcore hip-hop artist
I am, what I am
And that's what you
pictures but I couldn't find no frame to fit it
Only an artist can create what he don't understand
I tried to tell you but you didn't have no time for reason
tank like a Master P artist
What you know about them niggaz in suckafree?
We got Prowlers, Impalas and Lex bubble jeeps
What you know about club
cause, baby, I never learn
I like things that catch my eye
Like glitter and lights in the night time sky
Everyone keeps telling me what artist I should be
Punchin' those walls not sober
Callin' up shows for a choke artist, joker
So what you gon' get when the hype's gone?
What you gon' get when the mic's gone?
shaky let it take its process hold on
Paying my hard earned money to these scam artists
What a week, these motherfuckers scam artists
Blame it on me
out to Cali
He changed my life
Shaped me as a artist
I regret what happened
I hope all is well with family and the Catering
Me and Tral we jugging we
I ain't trippin off of nothin I'll get it regardless
Pen in my hand I'm drawin the flow like an artist
Pen in my hand I'm an artist Ima finish what
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