So Smoov

Intro: Art
Yeah, shoutouts to Madwreck, ART you know what it is, we about to, we about to kill it
Uh, I'm a lyrically killer iller than, yeah
Uh, yeah

Verse 1: Art
Yo, spit realer than kids with support attached
Rapping about the rappers who abort the facts
Dumb kids with smartphones, world full of clones
Worries I write cuz I worry about student loans
Due tones and I'm overly proud, over the clouds
Living without a curse cuz I reign over the ground
Speak relaxed com that I jump over the whacks
And realize that I've been over the max
I backpacks of Tupac zip files of my MacBook Pro
Blessed cuz people call me lame but I ain't here for the show
Blessed is practice, focus on a graph on the tactics
You write words, I do gymnastics
The theatrics of the game got me questioning my level
You heard to speak leak of peak pushing the peddle
Be useless, wrote the last time I tried
Looking at competition only seeking the sky
It's like

Hook: Art
So smoov don't lose the recipe
Just move don't lose the rest of me
(x4)

Verse 2: Art
Yo, nice beat I'm Madwrecking
Artists is star trekking
Artists is bar checking for the honeys
The only that ain't on my mind is weed, women, and the money
Hop in rich studying yellow like Simpsons
I've been cream at the crop, dream at the top effortless
Ruling them all after school, show them what effort is
Method is draft, whatever you wanna wrestle with
Put it in the ring, then pin it like it's a wedding
Am I the only one trying to proceed?
Everybody celibate is what we don't need
Why ain't you give a fuck, why ain't you give a fuck, why ain't you give a fuck, why ain't you give a fuck
Am I the only one thinking at this speed?
Everybody yelling is what we don't need
Why ain't you just shut up, why ain't you just shut up, why ain't you just shut up, why ain't you just shut up (will you just shut your mouth, dear Lord)

Hook: Art
So smoov don't lose the recipe
Just move don't lose the rest of me
(x4)

Verse 3: Art
Yo, the complexities of my lyrics ain't so smooth
Due mean that in reality the artists' groom
Pardon me move, it's hotter than you Asuma zoom
Thanks to PBS Kids now the kids on the move
Now I'm on the way to the stars if I ain't got the phone
Know that nobody's home spitting leave the brotha alone
But if you really wanna do somethin to get you move on
Like you my ex baby get you move on, and be gone
I'm out

Hook: Art
So smoov don't lose the recipe
Just move don't lose the rest of me
(x4)