Jakprogresso - Master Artist lyrics

Great minds have sought to
Explain these things
And in the great museums of
The world, hang the work of the
Master artists of another age
Giving new testimony to the horrors
Of sorcery and Witchcraft

Yeah, hahaha, ahahaha! That Rap shit! No
Politics! Spark that clone
Factory plagiarism! Mad smoke comin'
Out, FDR shit! Yo, yeah
Yo, I shouldn't spit like this at my age
(Um?) i guess it's mental
Progresso, coke nostrils, on the Red Bull
Tinfoil EPs co-signed by Reynolds (Peace)
Depressed school shooter
The way I bring the gun out the temple
(Wha?) three years after I was tendo
(whaa?) , I'm on the ten dose
Trippin' at family dinners
(woah) , laughin' at the land dudes
Creep on the third floor
(word) , razor burned turned sores (sores)
I live under a third rock (rock)
Aardvark in the dirt shore
(In the dirt shore)
Blue faced off of a Smurf spore
Scrape the popscreen after one of my verses
(word) , it's worth more
Gassed, I fuel the Cult, I'm a Shell station
16 bars in the shell casing, the felt flamin'
Hell patient, pale fragrance
The sheets I used to sell
The teens could melt brazies
King Weirdo the goblet is two
Cups of my shooters
Electric Semi down the block
To get two blunts (Come on, fuck)
Come back dusted the fuck out
Then shoot the room up
Gun shots: Woah man, what the fuck?
Woah woah woah yo man, what the fuck?
I'm the nicest guy you don't
Gotta ask what I'm on
Got a smile like Bundy at the Cabanas
With the fake cast on his arm
(Hey, what's up?)
The neighbors gasped when they saw ()
Feds wheelbarrelin' cadavers from out the
Back of my yard! Ghoulies and Critters
Rappers climbin' out my ooze like Hippies
Comin' out imported sitters
Clippin' my wingman, like Himmler

They can't hear me, I'll take you back
To hear me, by Promis, by Saturnus
By Chernitos