Stay-at-home fad - Artsy vs. Artful lyrics

[Subtle Hook: ABVKYA][2x] Anger runs in the veins of a forest wolf Ripping competition fish with a clever hook [Verse 1: ABVKYA] Flicking spitters to a schism like a rubber band The sk**s I claim will remain grand high command Planned not to eat but bread fed the human hand I'm f**ed up like wine basing on a smoked ham Embody me and I'll slip you from the fee Antonym to activist, I'm still smoking trees, I left the box and still emcees followed me Your luck is f**ed, a tap to the tip gave you Hepatitis B [Subtle Hook] [Verse 2: Themba Ntaka] Artsy verse the Artful amid great kids Course metamorphosed, like how you fit those big words in raps, stick to prose Bartered your beloved world and here's Dixon Ticonderogas for it Imagine man picked for the draft just like a sport Brains or Brawn, whichever takes out the echelon When I longboard I have compa**ion for my left shoe, that's ethical Won't let them redefine what's epochal Latter-day trade to cure it So let me be, fearing zeppelins of foreign origin The Terrible drop spit as of disgust on the ground I used to write songs for Now I hover over conditions I once bore Adorahbluh, Important Letters from a close friend, send me more I can't forgive the cynic I became as broke Embedded in my noodle lie the quotes of Richard Moats Bum in smelly garage 7 months without a car Kick-kicked in the face by footsteps of a mirage Ask a foolie how she perceives d**h, it's simple The Mind gives up, the Soul gives up, she left Realization: I'll never write another ballad f** y'all [Verse 3: Jann Dough] Damn, he's staring with an evil glare Looking here, looking there, evil everywhere Once upon a time Life was just a fairy tale Now I'm the king drinking from a mug with ale It's 7:30 how time pa** Oh no, god knows, so fast So pa** the blunt, make it last Erase the tragedy from your destiny, but who believes in that? I know a lot of you do, so cruel how they lie to you, dude I give you reasons not to follow those dudes: Number One(and number 1) I speak the truth in the booth And Number Two(and number 2) me and your Mind are in cahoots Working like the gears up in a smokey factory, Produce [Verse 4: Mikey Kim] I get happy when I see weed and a lighter You ain't want it cause bars poisonous like a deadly spider I bit the brownie, call me vampire f** Old Navy, I'm New Navy And it's a yes, not call me maybe b**hes like you are shady Toprock but y'all ain't ready I love girls named Kelly, it probably don't matter My team bombed her then scattered How y'all tryna be at the top when y'all can't even get top of a ladder I'm incredible Hit you in the main jaw, call it mandible If you don't get my bars, sh** your world ain't understandable I'm the main label, you see me in the front Ain't a happy dude, no Brady Bunch You don't want a Crombie bite cause that's your whole damn lunch