Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Art of Sole, artist - Aaron Rose. Date of issue: 15.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Art of Sole |
| I paint a picture with the lines I stroke |
| They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke |
| I’m the J57 |
| I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me |
| The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet |
| It has been a long time coming, ever since my father drew me |
| I knew that I would be something, the abundance of talents |
| I managed to perceive before I breath |
| Bit clear to me, I understand it, I’m granted |
| The life of art, the life I dream up in the dark |
| So then the light I spark arise of every two in which I thought |
| I would grow up to be, but hopefully the road I see |
| Would lead to greatness, so first I got to find the golden key |
| To rev the engine, the sector brain with no syringes |
| Open up the mind so first I got to disable the hinges |
| They block me out, I’m in the pen |
| I’m trying to picture something up your gold |
| No I’m never talking for the glitter |
| They reminisce on the essence I see myself spit |
| The same thing I found myself with |
| The same thing connecting us through vibrations, I know you felt this |
| Feel like someone hit the rail switch |
| We just some freight trains, afraid to run off track |
| I took my own route, now I’m never coming back |
| And that’s a fact, in a universe full with opinions |
| So despicable, I’m ducking you internet minions |
| Your criticism ain’t nothing more than a comet |
| You should calm it down, 'cause I’m still viewed as a comet |
| And Steelo was a shooting star |
| So if you seen him, you know you were going far |
| Now here we are |
| I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family |
| But they still falling out, feel like God playin' me |
| I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me |
| The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet |
| I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family |
| But they still falling out, feel like God playin' me |
| I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me |
| The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet |
| This is the moment I’m breaking my inhibition |
| Rejoicing the villain to know I fit with the description |
| I’ve done reflection when I’m looking up |
| You stand in front your mirror, do you see the same one? |
| We just begun this dynasty so they won’t be subside to me |
| I swear to God, I’m breaking through the tyrannies |
| To freelance a free man |
| So as I vividly paint you niggas my motion picture |
| I’m conjuring longevity with this potion Elixir |
| But momma told me to finish my food first, «You right» |
| So my dinner plate filling up after every bite |
| This appetite will make these wack rap niggas half as nice |
| Now double the work, you can get the bragging rights |
| To overshadow where I shine |
| But we both know, The Pros never be the cons, we a different kind |
| Even if you missed a line you won’t miss my prime |
| This is Bombs Over Baghdad mixed with Vietnam |
| Saddam Hussein, two tanks of propane won’t blow you niggas up |
| I am Cobain, fuck what you see in front |
| 'Cause a wise man will never speak |
| You just showing too much December |
| Dry your seed up before you could even grow it |
| A natural poet, on a road to entourages of the chosen |
| I’m started to grow my conscience, unlocking up every solar |
| Side, I used to conquer my life |
| But this a write to angel to momma, «Your son will still arrive» |
| I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family |
| But they still falling out, feel like God playin' me |
| I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me |
| The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet |
| I’ve got more teeth than I’ve got family |
| But they still falling out, feel like God playin' me |
| I’m coming for the streets, if you understand me |
| The art of sole, feel like I’m on another planet |
| I paint a picture with the lines I stroke |
| They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke |
| I paint a picture with the lines I stroke |
| They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke |
| I paint a picture with the lines I stroke |
| They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke |
| I paint a picture with the lines I stroke |
| They lost hope in ya’ll niggas, so it’s time I spoke, nigga |