Art Gods

[Chorus] x2
Face the music, even geniuses appear average
You can do it all it take is time management
You can take a photo, take the motor you can break that bitch
You can be history or you can make that shit

[Verse 1]
Pass me the microphone we zone up
The ass mass colonoscopy
I can see your shit for what it is
Yo, it's none of my buis-
Mistakes face the race I make
On escapade made hard to withstand razor blade
No shit for self made men
Fade to cranking of the sea
Massive monster drawn on brick wall facade
New, tips for drip sprays
So sick it make the record skip a heart beat
Meat freshly creased, master piece
Caged in the dark of the old let me free
Tongue against the light of day and it tastes so sweet
Sweeter than Easter treats before brushed teeth
Unleash street beast, megaton bombing on a night shift
Yo, piff off the spliff lifted wrist to assist it
Give up anesthetic recreation peep style while you drift
High off the fumes got you screaming out my lord
Hallucination, color shaping to the figure of the art god
My advice is to

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2]
Next day the human evolution
Man I'm fucking with testicles
Hand style, shadow boxing, scratch tactic pinnacle
DJ General
Popping tops, sprinkle MC, mash brains upon the pavement
Ill made wave lines I won't even have to say shit
He raised the bar
Like limbo under Jimmy's guitar, revel Jafar
Fucking with your Jasmine, Aladdin couldn't even wish me away
Insane the cipher tell membrane it's my every day
No pain no gain
I want to play Russian roulette anyway