Soldier Mac - The Art (feat. Bare Minimum)

I might light shit up, but I'm an artist, not an arsonist
And anytime, anywhere, I will show you where my bars is
Never knew I could even start this Now you know where my heart is
Rap motherfuckers, I'm regarded one of the hardest
So regardless what it is you ops, this drama's gonna make you smartest
I've been doing all of this shit and I'm even thinking about coming to rob ya
So stick to what you do and know exactly what your path is
Cause I have hit the paint cans, I busted a rhyme and breakdance
I chose one of the arts and endeavored to be advanced
So this is what I do for bare minimum rap fans
Yeah, this is my art and it gives me something to speak through
Hip-hop found me and it said, I'm going to keep you
Don't do what the sheep do, we gon' be lethal
If we go and get together, nobody defeat you
Bare minimum's back now, dropping a other sequel
Cause this here is an art that was strictly made for you people
Extraterrestrial, they put me on the pedestal
Laughing at me, screaming at me, you should be dependable, ha
Like a rendered wall, smoother after mixing board
Crawling out of cracks, this scene is what I'm writing for
Asked the Lord to be a vessel for his truth
I just wanna make some music, I just wanna teach the youth, yeah
Upon further reflection, bruz I got the two
If this is the way to grow, of course I'll be writing tunes
Passionate poet, the fruits of many knowledge
In tune with friends who grow with the fact that I don't blow it no more
Underestimated folks of the law, when you're breaking it
Still I kept on pumping my vocal chords
Over and under, pursuing through rain and thunder
The music it gave me cover, detached from any other option
Except for straight up seeking the Lord
If it wasn't for the art, I'd be sleeping on the floor
Its all about the art, and being part of this thing
About the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin
About the art, the magic that is cast on winds
You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings
All about the art, and being part of this thing
About the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin
About the art, the magic that is cast on winds
You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings
This is for the breakers, MCs, writers on the trains
DJs in their room, crate digging every day
Producers who rarely get their credit due
But I feel indebted to
Making all the bangers that we listen to
The graffitis on the streets turn a bleak concrete scene into a piece
They want to call that vandalism, disturbing the peace
Because it don't suit their superfluous needs
That's why we misfits and rejects who never agree
But of course now that shit's flavour of the month
And every pop chump's trying to make another buck
So they're jumping on a beat so they can play it in the club
And if you were girly then they'd dress you like a slut
So you can shake your butt for the teenagers in front
For their label, for money, but never for the art
Man, this is for the real heads that rep it from the heart
My synapses react like anaphylaxis
Pack of relaxants, tequila and cactus
Snapbacks of wax while I'm feeling the classics
Back to boombap but not feeling Jurassic
Even at last in CDs and cassettes
Like I went from log cabin now to e-cigarettes
You need to forget a revolution's evolution
See the effects and the abuse and the illusion
But either way we still got trains to paint
Got DJs that break some beat boys
And mates that destroy the fakes and take it back to the elements
Producers dropping heat with the dopest of elegance
Whether you're selling it or hustling hard
MCs should keep it relevant, busting them bars
I know a lot of them ain't living that life
So keep it true to yourself and keep it true to the art
Its all about the art, and being part of this thing
About the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin
About the art, the magic that is cast on winds
You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings
All about the art, and being part of this thing
About the art, a canvas, all the art on your skin
About the art, the magic that is cast on winds
You've got to have the heart to last in a craft of kings
Its all about the art

Written by:
Rhys MacFarlane

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