​iCON the Mic King - Black Arts lyrics

[Verse 1: Jus Allah] I puff the best plants It ain't a drug test at the d**h camp I don't change the motherf**ing bed pans Time to change the bucket where the heads land Clear it for the next damned Lefthanders don't belong near Bethlehem Severe reprimands, cruel and unjust, - the fun stuff I got a blood lust, call me a lush You say prayers for the dead like air heads You mixed up the round holes and square pegs Rock your dome knock lose wads and combs Blow down your homes into cobblestone The aftermaths a disaster zone, a wasteland The blast radius disintegrates ape man Wakin' up another morning, blood on my shirt Never gets boring, when true love is at work I see dead people, I never see enough The ambulance, is an ice cream truck [Hook: Jus Allah & iCon the Mic King] What's mines is mines What's yours is mines The black arts, art of rhyme, it's our time Two voices, one mind The king and the god From darkness to sunshine [Verse 2: iCon the Mic King] Retaliation comes when the fallen angels perfect their scrolls I'll delete your file once I decompile your genetic code Took a blessed oath A sk** and a touch of honor Always got to one up yall n***as like f**in' contra Fall victim to circumstance when I make a leap of logic I run laps around time and teach inanimate objects The plan and the process, so I won't have to be near For yall n***as to fold under pressure, like beach chairs I hit you so hard with your stares the spot where you land Your organs will invert, you'll write with your opposite hand I catered the last supper helped Jesus escape from the nails Now I'm man handling you snakes to prove faith in myself I'll stare into the sun until it's too scared to show and I write two different rhymes at the same time with both hands No chance, of you defeating me Cause all life is vibration I'll tune out your frequency Make speech manifest, easily designed to leave an imprint in the streets of China I'm unlimited, think you can truly stop me Remains to be seen like exhuming a body [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Jus Allah & iCon the Mic King] (Jus Allah) I need a down a** witch with a broomstick Hammer and nails, and a six foot crucifix A napkin and some toothpicks Let my belt loose, after all the of the head I'm f**ing useless (iCon the Mic King) I touch the music, and inert the infinity You love abuse b**h, I'll convert you to energy Me and Jus working in synergy, exposing the truth I'll use a hammer to crack your smile like I'm making a sculpture of you (Jus Allah) Tear your culture in two Reduce your crew down to a few You only do what we allow you Bow in the presence of the all powerful Master of the day of requtial, I'm infallible (iCon the Mic King) We do the impossible divide by zero and get a result I don't cast the shadow I am the shadow, I cast the self [?] be alike, to the [?] Because we both roll with the punches like lunch carts [Hook x2]