Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beauty (street), artist - Edan. Album song Fumbling Over Words That Rhyme, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2005
Record label: Lewis
Song language: English
Beauty (street) |
| Well it’s the rap beautician |
| The facts you listen |
| I blast through rhythms like hash through your system |
| True in love and wisdom |
| Well off and witty |
| Using God’s sleeve to wipe the hell off the city |
| See my elegance, dining on the periodic table called developments |
| The universe designs my intelligence |
| Drop science down a bottomless pit |
| Run swift through a handstand on pyramid tips |
| The sun splits the waterfront causing prismatic effects |
| Butterflies come alive to have sex |
| Birds fly out of a top hat slow |
| To join the brilliance of wilderness and soar through the Congo |
| Speed the convo through colors and shapes |
| My word choice is turquoise I love to create |
| My art hurdles over the clouds of dark purple |
| Red mixes yellow and blue in sharp circles |
| Paint splashes over your conscious like canvas |
| Colors jump out of the body to form branches |
| Psychedelic images flash like avalanches |
| Illustrate skill with the quill to build stanzas |
| I use pens like hallucinogens |
| So who can pretend, my music ain’t a beautiful thing |
| A suitable king |
| Deserving of the jewels and the rings |
| That only flatters my appearance like the tulips in spring |
| I’m cool with the gods, I could never use the facade |
| Of a musician that celebrate hate and abuse women |
| The beautician is back, Humble Magnificent wizard of rap |
| Throwing tuxedos on the wax |
| The numbers they fall off the clock midnight |
| At the museum an apple is stolen out of a still life |
| You see 'em, stand by the mirror with no reflection |
| A point five appears on your shirt for half stepping |
| Scientists explain that they no longer know things |
| A dog takes a shit on the floor and grows wings |
| Planets of the solar system now trade places |
| Statues and national fame become faceless |
| Great lakes evaporate and leave no traces |
| The man with the mustache reveals the three aces |
| Briefcases open to expose sheet music |
| The thief hears the piece performed and weeps to it Master violinist plays the solo one handed |
| The notes on the page become ants that run frantic |
| Slowly the symphony dissolves into noise |
| The phantom with the glass eye sweats and loses poise |
| A scene is made, the cheese brigade is summoned |
| The man in the mask walks fast and starts running |
| An officer fires a pistol in black apparel |
| But instead of lead, records grow from out the barrel |
| The criminal escapes through a disappearing door marked beauty |
| Exiting the world forevermore |