It's about the art It's about the alright.. alright listen
First rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club Second rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club Walkin around, talkin to myself But you're only crazy if you answer back and the chances of that are high enough to scrape the sky, me myself and I My inner battles are way more excitin than the ones I have on the mic I have the time of my life Dissectin it, overstandin it and perfectin it And protectin it, it's become my drive The more it gets to be heard, the longer it stays alive My Art, Club
We meet daily, we sleep rarely, we bend barely Fairly new, very artsy, very artsy Do not disturb the session in progression Just my teachers, and students and employees And a map of the world, I could rap to the world, destroy MC's Let it be noted that, no one man can hold it Most overloaded and folded under the pressure To carry hot stones is an honor, and a duty Most difficult task, last shall be first to get the treasure Storm weather, warm weather And rainy nights, my Art Club built of solid steel And one diamond light
Yeah you know Your interpretation of artists you know Will always be in the forefront of the world's.. future, it's past, imagination y'know Yeah it's true, aight..
I refuse to take part, in any lesser art - felt Break your little hip-hop art and watch you melt First assignment, evoke the path, provoke the future Choke and strangle your Devil before he shoots ya full of serum to fear him But my Club supports the God so it's difficult to hear him We meet, over the beat, bring your drum machines and (?) Dem days fly by fast, meditating with the sensei Be forever in debt with the powers that be My solid steel integrity, kills a celebrity So let it be, we shall fulfill our destiny My Art Club
[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's outro] The current show was called, "Art Hurts: Visions From Young Los Angeles Artists." It was a madhouse!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
