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journalist - artisan lyrics

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i’m an artisan handcrafted art from my heart within
but the darkness of my heart is battling this sin
art for the king why these fake kings make an art of sin
pardon them man they know not what they do

constructing decrepit buildings with these lies for tools
hood chemists in compounds mixing molecules
they’ll pull the tool shoot at you for pharmaceuticals
all about what’s mine filling holes with jewels

these fools ignore lady wisdom crying in these streets
you hear obscenities on tracks? i hear crying over beats
men who never really reached their full maturity
lack of a father led to chasing figures and impurities

but they claim they’re creative craftsmen
composing bullet points of death like an assassin
weapons drawn ill+strative gats man
making up their pasts just to feed to their fans

this is real art real bars from the art
real rhymes aimed right through the dark
this that real spark take em back to the park
artisan for the king aiming for your heart

this is real art real bars from the art
real rhymes aimed right through the dark
this that real spark take em back to the park
artisan for the king aiming for your heart
radio transmitting hypocrisy
in the name of hip hop, the blind can see?
yet the blind are in a lost craft out to sea
war on these waves but christ says silence and peace

silencers on their piece aiming with beams
triple beams are weighing poisonous seeds
these teams gather together to plot evil schemes
gang regimes overthrowing alleys and streets

pushing that product out with venom from their mouth
constricting minds with rhymes choking these kids out
hydro spitters like a cottonmouth
no power in their lines so they all blackout!

my bars bring light to those fighting that good fight
those living in the dark reaching out for that light
reaching out for that mic just to bring new sight
god’s truth in these bars to bring new life

this is real art real bars from the art
real rhymes aimed right through the dark
this that real spark take em back to the park
artisan for the king aiming for your heart

this is real art real bars from the art
real rhymes aimed right through the dark
this that real spark take em back to the park
artisan for the king aiming for your heart
they say they want bars, i got some for free then
bars that ironically bring em freedom
they’re starving for the truth its time to feed em
kids locked up in these chains, you know i see them

point them to the shepherd who can free them
never leave their side, naw he will lead them
teach them as they live to seek him
no more creeping, wicked on the weekend

think about what your ears soak in
ya that beat is really dope but where’s the hope man?
you can’t worship god and the dope man
nice pieces but no jesus your life is broke man

your art is broken lies are spoken
gasping and choking its not a joke man
ambassador for christ the king’s spokesmen
reporting live more than a slogan

this is real art real bars from the art
real rhymes aimed right through the dark
this that real spark take em back to the park
artisan for the king aiming for your heart

this is real art real bars from the art
real rhymes aimed right through the dark
this that real spark take em back to the park
artisan for the king aiming for your heart

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