Kourt Jester - Artist lyrics

[Intro] Tell me your name please -[?] I would like to ask you to... Describe to me your profession -I'm an artist [Verse 1] If you never heard of me, I suggest you take a listen I cook up rhymes, without time in the kitchen I play with your mind, my lines are somewhat different Different in a good way though, come sit a minute Mad scientist, with an a**istant named Morty Take you to dimensions, k**in' rappers like Kavorki- In another way bro, I'm endin' careers So make like Mr. Meeseeks, and f**in' disappear I'm no stranger to the game yo, I been in it some years Now I hear heys and ho's like the f**in' Lumineers Got a buzz like Aldrin, cause my flow is so lunar I put words in a cauldron, and the result is some humor No matter what they call him, it's behind they computer Tell 'em say it to my face, they stay inside like Amy Schumer The kid don't play homie, too hype when I do this If you don't know bout me, you must be Silverstone Clueless I knew it, you dig him, you'll never admit it I'm the blue shell in the race that's makin' rappers never finish This is new to you, but for me it's just the norm I'm just sayin', no Freeza, this ain't my final form Monster on the microphone, creature of the deep Face is lookin' like Freddy, I'ma see you in your sleep Chase 'em with a machete, you can feel it when I creep Hidin' outside of your home, get ready for defeat Sure, I speak the truth, I'll kick to 'em some knowledge But I prefer make heads turn, you can call me a stylist Solid foundation, cause these mics I demolish My rap is new shoes, that's why my style is so polished Muthaf**a... I would like to ask you to... Describe to me your profession (KJ: *scoffs* You still didn't get it?!?!) -I'm an artist [Verse 2] I said the sh** once, but I'm sure you ignored him My condition is dead, my style is postmortem Unique in how I say things, they thinkin' he's foreign So I k** 'em with wacks, like Lizzie Borden Present to you a movie, but really I'm not an actor These dudes ain't comedians, still incite a lotta laughter Give a f** 'bout what they do, they success not a factor (KJ, I draw circles like protractors!) No competition, cause I think I'm above 'em I halocaust rappers but I don't stick 'em in ovens Ever since a youngin', I'm a sick little f**in' Emcee on a beat, some of the others were titty s**in' Whiter than milk, I'm the breast to bless your speakers Won't hire to k**, but ma**acre the non-believers Fire at will, rest a**ured cause I'm your leader Admire my sk**, haters blue like da-ba-dee bruh (da-ba-dee-da-ba-die!) I don't like that new rap, I prefer keep it cla**ic Keep blastin' boombap, hip hop nowadays is tragic If you're in a pickle with my music, b**h eat a Vlasic I'm the Great Jesterdini, press play and see the magic I'm not in this for the fame, not in it for dividends The industry is lame and a bunch of other synonyms Oops I'm gettin' sidetracked, can't do that sh** again I know I'm gonna make it though, I'm focused like Ritalin Step out of the booth and I'm ready to k** again But first I gotta smoke, I spark more than a filament Did I lose you at a point? You better listen in I'm an artist motherf**er, Bob Ross when I spit this sh**!