The Art of Rap Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

EaZ The Engineer

It's Towards Night

And PREP Sound Productions

They say a picture's worth a thousand words

My words is worth a thousand pictures

So this is my scripture

My life's like art

I'm off the charts with my smarts

My pen game sharp

Not off the dome this is off the heart

But what I want and what I had

It was miles apart

Plus in a world of bright sparks

My whole style is dark

It got me torn apart

Maybe I'm too eccentric

Maybe I'm too subdued

I hope you don't resent it

Maybe I'm just sick of

Speeding with a broken engine

Or maybe it's the struggle

When you feel like hope has ended

Could be any maybe

But if I'm hurting it's for certain

Do whatever to whoever

If you trying to close my curtains

You could play the snake

Till you come across a serpent

And you wind up face to face

With who you worship

It feels like I bared my soul

I just scratched the surface

Keep a level head

Cause being brash is worthless

As sure as the earth spins

You'll be nodding to the hooks

You'll be rocking to the verses

I give you pictures for

The world to see

The Art of Rap

Hip-Hop

Spitting imagery painted so vividly

And it's as real as it'll ever be

I give you pictures

For the world to see

The Art of Rap

Hip-Hop

Spitting imagery painted so vividly

And it's as real as it'll ever be

My portrait's from the block to the corporate

The next stop's the Forbes list with a fortune

From the bricks to a fortress

Took the whole cake

And didn't settle for a portion

Was taught be on my boss shit

Now I look beyond that boss shit

Cause grinding twenty four seven

With your life is horseshit

And you won't catch me selling out my soul

That's horseshit

We could play the long game

I got the horses

If it means stomaching what make you nauseous

Wearing any burden, bearing any crosses

I'ma get it it don't matter what the cost is

I spend it

I see the bigger picture

That's with pun intended

Latin's going platinum

The way that Pun intended

That's how I came up

That's how I represent it

Keep it splendid

From start to motherfucking ending

Stay authentic

In the boardroom or the trenches

I give you pictures for

The world to see

The Art of Rap

Hip-Hop

Spitting imagery painted so vividly

And it's as real as it'll ever be

I give you pictures

For the world to see

The Art of Rap

Hip-Hop

Spitting imagery painted so vividly

And it's as real as it'll ever be

This shit is for my brothers

My pops and my mother

For my peoples in the hustle

Still ducking undercovers

For my wife and my son

Daddy made it out the gutter

My sisters, nieces, nephews

Uncles, aunts and cousins

Y'all made me what I am

Every word and rhyme I utter

Your strength provides the canvas

Love provided colors

Even if my brush was rugged

And made smudges rose above it

Just remember, if you're standing

At my grave with a rose above it

I did me, the same me

Even with the public

Can't conceal when you're real

So if they don't like it, fuck it

Take me as I am

Along with what I wish I wasn't

Until I kick the bucket

Suck it up, I'm what you stuck with

Between you and me

When you mix every blood, sweat and tear

It can only blend beautifully

Keep the praise

But you better hold the scrutiny

I stand by everything I said

I put that on my eulogy

I give you pictures for

The world to see

The Art of Rap

Hip-Hop

Spitting imagery painted so vividly

And it's as real as it'll ever be

I give you pictures

For the world to see

The Art of Rap

Hip-Hop

Spitting imagery painted so vividly

And it's as real as it'll ever be