The Art (feat. Otis Ubaka & Cloetree)

Good evening ladies and gentleman Welcome Welcome to my safe space Where the only judge is creator and Admission don't cost a thing But an ear-load of silence And your attention So pay attention Art is not just an idea but a form I wear it proudly when I form into butterfly Sting the room I'm a bee It's evident in the forecast The sunshine you see in your sleep Don't sleep on me like they slept on our people They killin' us slowly in our sleep No justice no peace if I'm up to speak Then the truth must be on me like an american ID If I declare war the thumbprint is deep We don't care whose up next to speak We care about the message We want to see the art But they want to see you dance As if the art ain't enough I'm dancing like I'm strutting my stuff I'm such a boss so every time I look up its an upgraded toss I pray to God my soul to keep My world endangered but it sweet I been attacked I felt it deep But that is danger for a sheep See ordinary barely in my blood And that lonely you been sipping Barely held me down or up Every sip just got me lifted Like much needed drug And every word I speak is potent And it's dripping red blood ooh ooh I been painting pics since I was a teen Couldn't even call it quits if quits called me It's a typical ring and I ain't pick Leave it on the floor if I need it imma ick up I know you want this loving that I pour out in my hiccup Playing piano with a pen that got my finger making shit up But it's fact not fiction baby just listen I know you like my diction Make you want to dip in and have a listen To the Cloetree while she over here sipping sipping I been dancing like summer been here Ready to put on for my Zoes and all the ones that I hold dear I been a queen since a kid See that's the life that I live You see the life that I want Ain't gotta put up a front for these haters All that shit is outdated I'm a smooth operator Tryna be the one who make it See the facts never fiction Baby needs to listen I know you wish it different Make you want some distance But have a listen Yeah If I need it imma pick it up I know you want this loving That I pour all in my hiccup See the facts ain't fiction I swear on my pimpin' The dance is irrelevant When you the one God pickin' I swear on my pimpin' The dance is irrelevant When you the one god picking Uh Cloetree on the mic she sound So Nice