Lyrics:
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It's up in the morning and down in the ring
Acrobat, rider and clown
Queen of the wire and aerial king
Work or you'll forfeit your crown
You stick
my profits as a scorer
Record sales are shrinking, I'm gettin' poorer
I got a kid to feed, how about you cut a deal with me
Ha! Hey look, Liz we
an artist never seen yet with a vision
With a reason
Stared with venom at the ceiling
Not the grass
But straight ahead
Just at the skyline
With
Only thing that gets him off
Is burning people down
Gonna bring that take-off artist down
Don't believe in property
Thinks we ought to share
Everywhere
The artist makes himself
Deep down he hates himself
He just blames himself
He just blames himself
He's like, fuck my health
I'm like, oh, fuck myself
break it down slow
I rhyme like an artist, such as DaVinci
Like the Mona Lisa, I'm a sight to see
This is not a tale and I'm not a character
Just a kind
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I'm invited, ain't I?
Must be an artist, all the blocks we painted (Artist, all the blocks)
Steppin' on shit like we rollerskatin' (I been on shit
blazin'
Slingin' coke is just a normal habit, rappers we wear
Straddlers with cannons and hatchets gettin' cheers
Yatzis are fresh off the block, block
the brakes and no hesitatin'
I'mma break it down and fake it to make it
Plant my feet, cause no forsaken when I be bakin' my cake and everybody will know what
had potty issues and snotty tissues we been rockin
Think you poppin next year nobody will miss you
My thoughts is too advanced for the artists on these
squad and the SWAT for this (uh)
Got off the block for this (yeah)
On my soul, this for my kids and the cold shit that I did
Pretty girls who let me
lets make it happen
S.O.S.
breaker breaker 1-9 maydey
surviving off of pennies until my next payday
all I ever wanted was a real nice lady
here
To witness the kid get
Dizzy i love you Uncle Allen and Aunt W
Love y'all w wish you were around
To capture the pictures of
The kid growing to my
- guitar
Ransom Knowling - sb, Judge Riley - drums
Album Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945 - November 12, 1947
Document Records DOCD 5059
The artist, however faithful to his
Personal vision of reality
Becomes the last champion of the
Individual mind and sensibility
Against an intrusive
Who studies honesty with wilder-gaze
While through it's oddity must
It's wings take flight!
Through alchemy the artist's mind's a maze, a
Labyrinth
lips
You could get popped even if your slicker than goose shit
True shit, riding down the block on bikes boosted
And conversation's not what was meant by
Verse 1 (Uncle Bungle)
Verse 2 (Neaality Gandhi)
Verse 3 (Hidden)
In 2000 years the kid will still exist
Why's that, 'cause Hidden lives inside
composure
On city blocks
And cell blocks
Keep your composure
Hold it down
Hold it tight
Hold it close
Hold space for yourself
It's the way
She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs, She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can
the best medicine
That's why I feel better today
Baby, this is why I'm an indie artist
This is the life of an artist
It's full of highs and lows
You better
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