The Art ft. Bare Minimum Lyrics

I might light shit up, but I'm an artist, not an arsonist

And anytime, anywhere, I will show you where my bars is

Never knew I could even start this Now you know where my heart is

Rap motherfuckers, I'm regarded one of the hardest

So regardless what it is you ops, this drama's gonna make you smartest

I've been doing all of this shit and I'm even thinking about coming to rob ya

So stick to what you do and know exactly what your path is

Cause I have hit the paint cans, I busted a rhyme and breakdance

I chose one of the arts and endeavored to be advanced

So this is what I do for bare minimum rap fans

Yeah, this is my art and it gives me something to speak through

Hip-hop found me and it said, I'm going to keep you

Don't do what the sheep do, we gon' be lethal

If we go and get together, nobody defeat you

Bare minimum's back now, dropping a other sequel

Cause this here is an art that was strictly made for you people

Extraterrestrial, they put me on the pedestal

Laughing at me, screaming at me, you should be dependable, ha

Like a rendered wall, smoother after mixing board

Crawling out of cracks, this scene is what I'm writing for

Asked the Lord to be a vessel for his truth

I just wanna make some music, I just wanna teach the youth, yeah

Upon further reflection, bruz I got the two

If this is the way to grow, of course I'll be writing tunes

Passionate poet, the fruits of many knowledge

In tune with friends who grow with the fact that I don't blow it no more

Underestimated folks of the law, when you're breaking it

Still I kept on pumping my vocal chords

Over and under, pursuing through rain and thunder

The music it gave me cover, detached from any other option

Except for straight up seeking the Lord

If it wasn't for the art, I'd be sleeping on the floor

Its all about the art, and being part of this thing

About the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin

About the art, the magic that is cast on winds

You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings

All about the art, and being part of this thing

About the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin

About the art, the magic that is cast on winds

You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings

This is for the breakers, MCs, writers on the trains

DJs in their room, crate digging every day

Producers who rarely get their credit due

But I feel indebted to

Making all the bangers that we listen to

The graffitis on the streets turn a bleak concrete scene into a piece

They want to call that vandalism, disturbing the peace

Because it don't suit their superfluous needs

That's why we misfits and rejects who never agree

But of course now that shit's flavour of the month

And every pop chump's trying to make another buck

So they're jumping on a beat so they can play it in the club

And if you were girly then they'd dress you like a slut

So you can shake your butt for the teenagers in front

For their label, for money, but never for the art

Man, this is for the real heads that rep it from the heart

My synapses react like anaphylaxis

Pack of relaxants, tequila and cactus

Snapbacks of wax while I'm feeling the classics

Back to boombap but not feeling Jurassic

Even at last in CDs and cassettes

Like I went from log cabin now to e-cigarettes

You need to forget a revolution's evolution

See the effects and the abuse and the illusion

But either way we still got trains to paint

Got DJs that break some beat boys

And mates that destroy the fakes and take it back to the elements

Producers dropping heat with the dopest of elegance

Whether you're selling it or hustling hard

MCs should keep it relevant, busting them bars

I know a lot of them ain't living that life

So keep it true to yourself and keep it true to the art

Its all about the art, and being part of this thing

About the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin

About the art, the magic that is cast on winds

You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings

All about the art, and being part of this thing

About the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin

About the art, the magic that is cast on winds

You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings

Its all about the art