Art Club

Aceyalone

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    It's about the art
    It's about the alright.. alright listen

    First rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club
    Second rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club
    Walkin around, talkin to myself
    But you're only crazy if you answer back and the chances of that
    are high enough to scrape the sky, me myself and I
    My inner battles are way more excitin than the ones I have on the mic
    I have the time of my life
    Dissectin it, overstandin it and perfectin it
    And protectin it, it's become my drive
    The more it gets to be heard, the longer it stays alive
    My Art, Club

    We meet daily, we sleep rarely, we bend barely
    Fairly new, very artsy, very artsy
    Do not disturb the session in progression
    Just my teachers, and students and employees
    And a map of the world, I could rap to the world, destroy MC's
    Let it be noted that, no one man can hold it
    Most overloaded and folded under the pressure
    To carry hot stones is an honor, and a duty
    Most difficult task, last shall be first to get the treasure
    Storm weather, warm weather
    And rainy nights, my Art Club built of solid steel
    And one diamond light

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    Yeah you know
    Your interpretation of artists you know
    Will always be in the forefront of the world's..
    future, it's past, imagination y'know

    Yeah it's true, aight..

    I refuse to take part, in any lesser art - felt
    Break your little hip-hop art and watch you melt
    First assignment, evoke the path, provoke the future
    Choke and strangle your Devil before he shoots ya
    full of serum to fear him
    But my Club supports the God so it's difficult to hear him
    We meet, over the beat, bring your drum machines and (?)
    Dem days fly by fast, meditating with the sensei
    Be forever in debt with the powers that be
    My solid steel integrity, kills a celebrity
    So let it be, we shall fulfill our destiny

    My Art Club

    [uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's outro]
    The current show was called,
    "Art Hurts: Visions From Young Los Angeles Artists."
    It was a madhouse!

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    Composición: Aceyalone y Elusive

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