Museum of Maccabees
• Written by Kalligraphy
Kalligraphy's Notes
You’re only 3 represented the ages of artists careers through their studio albums.
In order of each line in the hook, it’s a reference to the artist and their 3rd studio album
-the roots
-Kendrick
-Nas (I am)
-Isaiah Rashad
-rage against the machine
-Kanye west
En garde, I’m a conceptual museum of art
Thats dark, tripping over your charged remarks
That barge in like sparks, step in the arc
Grab the shark and mark the bars
With check marks like benchmarks
With henchman shooting from their cars
At moi, what a strange quark of triple barques
That sail away with three ways of making pay with arts
The aprons of patrons, there lies some more art
No mistakes made, I’ve learn to sway through my actions of my heart
The pie charts show how I start the symphony of writing smart
No bars of any cars, I keep my head straight and knees on
Feet locked with hair plopped down to the crest of my socks
The best shocks like a bolt of voltage that flare on your psyclops
By pops, bye pops, I got it popped from my first plot
Why you falling apart, your only three
Why you storming the house, your only three
Why you covered in gold, you’re only three
Why you burning your house, your only three
Why you battling a city, your only three
Why you tryna grad, your only three
Stick to school, don’t skip classes
You’ll skip classics, piss madness
Risk fatness, grip the matches
Light the ashes, pose an addict
Smoke in attics, trapped by Gladys
Night will fall, the knights will brawl
The drywall stands small
But the men inside are damn tall
The pen with rhymes are planned off
These days you guys rap soft
Please clean yourself with the Lysol
Why you falling apart, your only three
Why you storming the house, your only three
Why you covered in gold, you’re only three
Why you burning your house, your only three
Why you battling a city, your only three
Why you tryna grad, your only three
Contemporary missionaries
Falcons to weak canaries
Weeks hiding in obituaries
The spirit of myself is super scary
Like scuba diving without tubes for saving
Like food for paying without shavings
Paying all the methods of daylight savings
The sun rises but it still afraids me
I feel appraised but I’m hella braised
When I rhyme play, I see high strengths
To see my lengths are like sharp shanks
Cutting through the arts angst
Shutting out the dark fangs that pierced names
Leaving them engraved with featherweights
Coffins designed with many traits
But cover it up with dirt and paint
Burden of Truth is hard to strain
The pain I face is spiritual rain
Why you falling apart, your only three
Why you storming the house, your only three
Why you covered in gold, you’re only three
Why you burning your house, your only three
Why you battling a city, your only three
Why you tryna grad, your only three
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024