Lost Art Lyrics

Meanwhile free trial on fresh skin

No style defile all your best friends

Stick n poke sic a joke on simple folks

Rope a dope any bloke will do from the west end

Never on that rockstar shit though

Pop C made it seem like a lost art

Some scene ala Béla Tarr

Hid from the kid what goods a dream if he can't start

Coiled machines Eternal inks slowly spreading

Epidermal casa your plaza's constantly shedding

Mansa Musa with truth

I'll sing it like I'm Otis Redding

Most tattooists are douchers

Try to get me in a shop and I'm jetting

Dip fast in a flash gotta mash through walls leave a rash of tall silhouettes in my wake

They're all down for the take

I'm all lounged at the lake

Fuck this boys club keepers of the gate

Rather pull a Joan of Arc

And burn at the stake

Sorry gotta bounce no time for the wake

Rather go play my harp

While I burn at the stake

Musta got the worlds worst name generator

Proclaim ya lame lane then decorate a

New space all day distastefully you say touché

Never see ya later hopefully

Down to diss the whole block

Throw piss on your whole mob

Apprentice to a Sith Lord

More of the same lore

Nah full stop

Coiled machines eternal inks slowly spreading

Epidermal casa your plazas constantly shedding

Mansa Musa with truth

I'll sing it like I'm Otis Redding

Most tattooists are douchers

Try to get me in a shop and I'm jetting

Learned a lotta nada y'all's papas mottos non grata shop drama

Blame enemies chakras puff smoke crack dick jokes and burn nag champa

Fuck this boys club keepers of the gate

Rather pull a Joan of Arc

And burn at the stake

Sorry gotta bounce no time for the wake

Rather go play my harp

While I burn at the stake