Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lost Arts , by - Marlowe. Release date: 07.05.2018
Lost Arts |
| I hear something |
| That's coming from below |
| I think you've become mad |
| Almost as if something is moving below us |
| Act a little peculiar, and- and you're an outsider |
| Perhaps you've always been mad |
| Uh-huh |
| We interrupt this program to bring you a live broadcast from the Once defunct, but now resurrected lost arts |
| Don't you feel it? |
| Brigham |
| Revolution is knockin' |
| Resolution is knowledge |
| Get yo hand out my pocket |
| No weapon made can conquer my inner pain |
| That started my evolution of rhymin', persecuted, indicted |
| They instituted the violence that started my defiance |
| Give no respect or alliance |
| Less men get rich than ones who die tryin' |
| Less making commitments, dollars have no bias |
| Show you how to move in a den full of lions |
| If the dinner ain't cookin' you gotta know where to find it |
| Even if you paint pretty, you can't change the climate of my inner sanctum |
| My hard work is thankless, bold print the statement |
| I could show you somethin' that's suited for all ages |
| Back when I used to hide the heist in crawlspaces |
| All for the cause to blank slate ya faces |
| From the sinister cemetery, real-life visionary, not preliminary |
| My kingdom is ruled by vikings |
| Why we can't have nice things |
| When that hunger rings watch how they resort to biting |
| Why I look crookedly, took from me everything |
| Off the rope and out the tree to Washington Booker T |
| Watch the way you talk to me because I speak awfully |
| Even when mocking me, you gotta do it awkwardly |
| Often dark thoughts speak givin' me these allergies |
| When I sneeze, who's gonna bless me? |
| Counted one blessing and then it got depressing |
| Not down to get seen with your team, stop suggesting we |
| Make it our business to see and remain different |
| Same day, different dark feeling, black state of living |
| Counterfeits keep tryna hack my religion |
| Every night I pray "let all but the wack be forgiven" |
| Aye, my igna, you 're nobody till they make a wax figure |
| Rap cinema, call the minister |
| What I administer is sinister |
| Pivotal, pitiful, criminal, lyrical prisoner |
| Remember the signature when I deliver the finisher |
| Born and risen with Menace miniatures |
| Dropped dead center in this sinners dilemma |
| Don't make fun of the surface, they just ain't used to the tremors |
| Why I keeping this sweet life, my pocket'o bitters |
| Makes my air a bit thinner, I'm what remains on the filter |
| You should be more considerate, pay your anguish a visit |
| Raided the village just to make the place more militant |
| Painted an image and I don't give a Braille who feelin' it |
| Mail the sentiment while I'm out breaking my ligaments |
| Snatchin' ya block's citizens, filling them with degenerates |
| Mad! |
| Mad! |
| Seein' things, or not seein' it |
| I'm gettin' outta here! |