Alwayz Prolific - Art Rap Party lyrics

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Alwayz Prolific - Art Rap Party lyrics

[Verse 1] It's a shelter for battered artists With nightly contests to see who's been smacked the hardest But only press half the charges Cause we love the punishment like any other pa**ive martyrs It's the Stockholm syndrome A house full of runaways that's not gon' get home It's not where overly macho men go We k**ed bravado With a steel Silverado Twelve step program for pills or the bottle And right down the hill from a brothel Sorry s** addicts Sometimes the party gets crackin' Groovin' to a soundtrack of REM sadness (Fiesta!) We use the term very loosely We play bid whist and serve cherry juice drink Dr. Serengeti has a Burberry mood ring And goes on rants like an absurd Gary Busey [Hook] Ain't no party like an Art Rap Party Cause an Art Rap Party's so smart(x4) [Verse 2] With or without 'shrooms A boom bap odyssey Arguing how to record the two-track properly (Hey, yo, who's that?) It's new rap possibly f**ing up my discussion of Bloom's Taxonomy What's the point I was making? Debating on whether Barack has joined with the Masons Various platforms are poised for the taking Like whether or not 'Pac was anointed as sacred (Two queens just walked in) With Grade A faces In low cut bald fades and gray laced Asics To get 'em you need to be talking paid vacations Or have original game like James A. Naismith (One of 'em's knock-kneed) The other walks pigeon toed (One brought Saki) The other brought dinner rolls (One wears red locs) The other's light indigo (One likes d**h Note) The other likes Ninja Scroll [Hook] [Verse 3] C'mon raise your gla**es up As Regan recites a page from Britannica On the life of Jack Kerouac k**ing everybody like Iraq air attacks I know you'd like to write scary tracks Princess Superstar would like her mascara back Somebody spins Paris Zax Bringing folks together like the twins in the Parent Trap Around a Fat Tire keg We're rappers discussing what other rap writers said White Rabbit made a wallet out of black spiders' legs Then we all rap about it 'til the campfire's dead [Hook]