This is a song about "Lost art"

(x2)there is no art to find

For that paper, i'mma grind

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm like fine art or a lyrical master,

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

But i would travel through art

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

The art of deception, it's mortal kombat: armageddon

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Subjected through quantity and quality why i preform this art

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Rapping is an art most, don't understand

A piece of art, at least some part

From the time that you stole my heart