This is a song about "Art garfunkle"

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

The way i speak is state of the art

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

And my bank account look just like a phone card

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Spit it gershwin, picture perfect, this shit is purely art,

The shape of your body is a perfect work of art,

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

(x2)there is no art to find

Soldiers lost their mind

In this known art of wits

When you spill out hits

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Rapping is an art most, don't understand