The Art-Form, Pt.2 - Confucius MC, Jehst

The art form

How my words place to the beat

The platform

Take from stage to street

And each and every place I’ve been

Every corner of the globe

Every road, every place I’ve seen

The art form

How my words place to the beat

The platform

Take from stage to street

And each and every place I’ve been

But ain’t none of them fucking with the sage MC

Emotional content

Ride on the new wave

Or sail on an ocean of concepts

Beaming aboard flying saucers

My art form is the multicoloured carriages of iron horses

Crying on thought clouds and speech bubbles

My words burst out the frame with these brass knuckles

Large bundles of cash for the masterpiece

So I keep it under my hat when they ask the fee

I really can’t speak, must dash

Andy Warhol wig, Salvador Dali moustache

I’ve got Sally in the mustang

Safe on the wall

Hidden behind where the Edvard Munch hang

And it’s the first of the man

The way I’m shining you can stand in my shadow

And catch a suntan

Catch me in Hollywood, fam, where Ice Cube is

The art-form talk is square, yeah, cubist

The art form

How my words place to the beat

The platform

Take from stage to street

And each and every place I’ve been

Every corner of the globe

Every road, every place I’ve seen

The art form

How my words place to the beat

The platform

Take from stage to street

And each and every place I’ve been

But ain’t no one fucking with the High Plains MC