Lyrics The Art-Form, Pt.2 - Confucius MC, Jehst

The Art-Form, Pt.2

The art form
How my words place to the beat
The platform
Take from stage to street
And each and every place I’ve been
Every corner of the globe
Every road, every place I’ve seen
The art form
How my words place to the beat
The platform
Take from stage to street
And each and every place I’ve been
But ain’t none of them fucking with the sage MC
Emotional content
Ride on the new wave
Or sail on an ocean of concepts
Beaming aboard flying saucers
My art form is the multicoloured carriages of iron horses
Crying on thought clouds and speech bubbles
My words burst out the frame with these brass knuckles
Large bundles of cash for the masterpiece
So I keep it under my hat when they ask the fee
I really can’t speak, must dash
Andy Warhol wig, Salvador Dali moustache
I’ve got Sally in the mustang
Safe on the wall
Hidden behind where the Edvard Munch hang
And it’s the first of the man
The way I’m shining you can stand in my shadow
And catch a suntan
Catch me in Hollywood, fam, where Ice Cube is
The art-form talk is square, yeah, cubist
The art form
How my words place to the beat
The platform
Take from stage to street
And each and every place I’ve been
Every corner of the globe
Every road, every place I’ve seen
The art form
How my words place to the beat
The platform
Take from stage to street
And each and every place I’ve been
But ain’t no one fucking with the High Plains MC