DJ Krush - Vision of Art Lyrics
You've got a very soft vision of artYou've got a deficit disorder of heartThes are the wings of an endangered drum patternThis is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwardsWhen KRUSH drops a f**kin city buster, I call it the crowd rapistAce of base shitty compounded to drown facelessOut of the ground basics found in lost spacesAshamed of its own bassline traces (that's pure hatred)Perhaps the internet feeds your village fright (right)I got the double ox wingspan dragon archetype tonightThe part that reflects light, my razorblade kiteF**k it..the rugged word, my immortal belovedGot you suckin off muppets for bisquick and contracts and shitPrinted on the back of triscuits and served rectally(jesus this shit is giving me a headache, man)What a difference indifference can makeMy bad chemistry chalkes lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bumBorderline f**k ya soundbombingI'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and waterWater tainted, complaint filed time to transferTake me out? transfer denied, answer supplied as:Stab em through the nipples with their own *****y as rimshotsI'm audio two basic combust with strange lustWith modus opperandum in box than funcrush you box with soft touchSo much slower than the whole scenery seemsMoving through the plastiasine brackets backwardsAfterburn full thrust monks react tracklessCome to confront funk slugs with salt tacticsTurn the farrah faucet on and burn em in their matressMurdered by a strange man in the basement of their buildingTime to build time to be brazen with can rasingThe same faded disdain with a grain of insane patiencePatent that, fire in the sky, cataract eyesThis is nervous unnerving wordshit reportedFortnights of journey throughWarning you secret pathfinder's the cast of bad sitcomThe laugh track's added to the last cat shit onThe audience claps like dillenger gun masonic roundsFalling down, trample the trespass soundAmple disress, amp'll get loud as terretsFrom banchee with a megaphone, me-me-me-megaphoneHold the frequency, hold it unevenly, unsheath the jihad bladeAnd become animalistic authority walks the plan, thats implicitThe shambles of the gifted, dismantled and imprisonedThis is just a cf thought car derailed and resold as old feelingsto those with false motionAll potions, pour to parched hearts openCasted out, sold out in the openDJ f**kin Len'll leave the boom box deadDJ F**kin KRUSH'll make your children throw furnitureLearning disabilities spring from the sceneLike a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teamsTall beams broken, bring down the foundationFound in a pool of cess where the worms unnerve stationsFM is just femenin breaks on rotationCompany Floww hold the mic *****Famous (aside from murder touch) get with the once known divine styleI enter like Asian, demented and god-likeOdd mic clutched and chucked at glass structureEat at that, bodies of martars and pump actionTechnospawn the last long-***** rhymerGet with it, spaceghost the force soul weaponGet with it, get got or got missing.You've got a very soft vision of artYou've got a deficit disorder of heartThes are the wings of an endangered drum patternThis is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards
