Lyrics:
The illest
飲み干せ just like ディオニュソス
片手に酒 もう片手にテュルソス
透明なクリスタルグラス中 揺れる芸術
芸術も酒 飲めば酔うぜ fool
You dunno, you dunno, you dunno
What to do with
I'ma show you 別の
to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
The did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
artist-artist-are-are-artist"
[DJ Quik]
Now when I say I'm complete;
That means I'm true to my game and my cap
And I refrain from bein played like a sap
And a bitch? No
You can trace the mystery of ancient history
Through art of artists and their models
You can comb through the Rome coliseum
And the rear
to hold the coke
Duck the cops bob and weave, Ali rope-a-dope
No [?] don't lease cars you could hold the note
We premium I'm like a medium how I control
Style with a hard-ass beat
Our explicit lyrics tells it like it is
If you don't like what I'm saying, get the fuck outta here!
Luke Skyywalker, the man,
to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
a smoke and a slap domino
And me know the dawg them a study and a watch how me make it and a grow
How the outcome just a grow
A just the artist life artist
to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
looked up to over the years
But right now a lot of new rappers and older rappers look up to you
How do you feel to be like, uh, uh, a livin' prodigy?
I
Franklin, is it not true that you're not a christian artist
But a secular artist posing as a christian artist?
Excuse me Mr. Franklin
Remcg his work
Bukowski
Can I get another kiss from you
Kiss me right here on my tattoo
Good God where's my sleigh
Good God playing for days
Good God any day now
the time is ticking
People ask me how I've been
As I comb back through my memory
How you said you'd be here
You said you'd be here
And it was like
boy's got to look nuts
And that's the only word I can think of right now
On how to describe the shit
It's just like a vibe you get, go ahead and bob
habit
It's all an illusion
I'm wearing make up
I'm wearing make up
Make up
Make up
Art is dead
Some people think you're funny
How do we get
friends don't want to hurt me
But they told me that you burnt me
By that time you were ten miles ahead
(Cause) You're a quick change artist
Never do
the time is ticking
People ask me how I've been
As I comb back through my memory
How you said you'd be here
You said you'd be here
And it was like
you in trouble Sean Paul bwoy, what you do?
SP:
Bwoy me a DJ, you know
O:
DJ, Oh! Disc Jockey, a mean u play on da radio?
SP:
No man, no
O:
What
?
Bwoy me a DJ, you know
DJ, Oh! Disc Jockey, a mean you play on da radio?
No man, no
What station you play?
No, I'm a artis
Artist, a you
to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artists' loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
Just keep you in it
And never listen to what the industry say
Don't be a typical artist, be more like Jay
Russell, Barry Gordy, Quincy Jones
Bob Johnson,
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