Artisan: Lyrics – Three65_rhymes
Singer: Three65_rhymes
Title: Artisan:
Artisan art-is-an expression
Of who i am
From a dry distant barren-land
I’m an aussie-icon artisan
Pen my art ‘stead of brush in hand
Impress like post-impressionist
Artiste henri matisse
Come from a family of artists
It’s my family tree
And with me that makes “three”(65)
I didn’t fall to far from the artist-tree!!
My artistry is in my rhyme mastery
I am to rap what michelangelo
Was to fine pottery
Don’t need no mid-wife midwifery
Cause i birth lines in my delivery
Put ink to pad since i was an
Infant in an instant
Before i got insta-fame
My head was already in tha game
Don’t mind my mind
It’s in never neverland
& my stare’s like a vacant block at times
Or a marcеl marceau mime
While i’m thinking of words to rhymе
Wake me up ….it’ll take a land mine
That “bouncing-betty”- of mine
Throw me a lifeline…..
Dial-a-landline, tinder-dateline
‘tick-tock’ i’ve gotta date with father time
Work late, overtired from too much overtime
Burn the midnight-oil like a disco-inferno
“i heat up but i can’t cool down”
Abracadabra…
Reanimating you cadavers…
I’m the lyrical gangsta from kingston town
“hotstepper” like ini kamoze
I’m soo hot i can’t stop
My work blows-up like mine-craft
Down a mine-shaft
What a blast this game-craft of mine
Underrated pay-rate
Penalties for missed deadlines
I’m a sure fire, live-wire, riff writer
You won’t find no dead-lines in my rhymes
I deliver ‘high-voltage’ shocking powerlines
Causing cardiac-arrest ….at best
Don’t ‘fret’ with outta rhythm…
Arrhythmia
Hey ya
Cause grandmaster funk
Won’t outkast ya
Fatboy slim’s funk-soul brother
Hears ya
Ill? …….i’ll shock you back into “rhythm”
With an aed defibrillator
Ll cool j & coolio can thank me later
Like a blacksmith forges an iron cage
To contain a proud lion’s rage
Or how a carpenter hones a chisel on a craftsman’s wage
As a wordsmith i aim to scope
To own & hone my word skills
Like a smith & wesson-model 19 revolver kills
Tools of the trade i ply my pen to the
Page and anguish over the canvas
Like mma fighter mcgregor…..
‘bout tryna regain his ufc title-belt forever…
Punch-drunk stammer
Head-slammer…
Gets beaten like thor’s hammer
Striking an anvil
Better take an advil
Pen artistry’s in my artery’s
Prolly die from ink-poison
Toxic-shock disease
Ink venom’s the catalyst that fuels me
High octane fast & furious that vin diesel can’t catch me
As i impart my craft my art is from the heart -(he-art) ~
The rhythmic beating part …
That’s how my beats start
Bars & rhymes cadence & crescendos, punchlines & innuendos
Hues & colours, timbre & tones
Bars that beat to a metronome
Hoes & holmes…….no truce!!
Time fo some home truths!!
Fasho ~ let’s go…
I’m number 1 in this rap game
Y’all baby rappers-wrapped in dirty-diapers
I sh#t on you
That crap makes you number 2
You’re down the ‘drain’
So this ‘gutter-talk’ becomes you !!!
I trash litter & rubbish you
As i burn bright, ignite the night & incinerate you
You’re under my tom-thumb
As i belittle you
F.u as i go f#ck you…..
Au revoir ……i bid you adieu
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