This is a song about "Art"

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

(acapella)there is no art to find

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

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

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Anyway pay me now it's time for dry art

Piece of art that i painted

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

For that paper, i'mma grind

(x2)there is no art to find

Hold it..now thank you for silence

In this known art of wits

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,