Gemilut Hasadim
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R.A.P. Ferreira will rap forever
You need to eat
You need not to be killed
You need to have some measure of freedom
So, I'm not here to tell you art matters more than freedom
But I am here to say that art is part of being alive
Grandiose exodus
With every exhale I escape wretchedness
Blessed defiance
The road to hell is piloted with compliance
Morongo Indian, Mofongo simmering
My uncle ain't no simian
More citizens, scuff black dookies
Dorner vs. Tookie
No tomfoolery
Beatific aura is my jewelry
You know Ro' gon' keep it pimping
Grasp on the infinite like we intimate
How we make idealism belligerent
Nappy ass metaphysicists
Midnight passion spilling into the morning
Upon the ash trays and I'm zoning
The mind pirouettes past the moment
As if the rhyme were the only component
Omens bombarding I and I alive
I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive
There are no rules about what is gonna be good
And what is gonna be bad
Art doesn't give a shit
It never has
Oh, okay I hear it now
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, I hear it now
Okay, okay
My overzealousness is ambidextrous
I'm not really concerned with it
Considering their assassins eat ham sandwiches
Fantastic damages
Natural gum lining
Me? Well, I'm like a summer day when it hail but the sun shining
Style like steam bent bamboo
With that patch of turbulence when the flight attendant sit down too
It's kinda spooky huh?
I catch a moody buzz
Ruby Yacht, groovy love
Soulfolks cologne from the poem to the rugs
From the elbow, to the hell no it ain't no sailboat
It's a big ass bag for bail bond
Active shooter at Chateau Marmont
Riots, looters, and various sidearms
Pythons on leashes
I remember the smell of sky burning (Sky burning, sky burning)
I remember the smell of sky burning (Sky burning, sky burning)
When Pollock finished his first drip painting
He asked his wife "Is this a painting?"
He made something that may not even fit in the very large category we call art
He didn't know
The interesting thing about Pollock is he only "dripped" for about forty-eight months
I would ask any artist, any skeptic, any cynic
If you invented fire, which Pollock did
Are you strong enough to stop making fire and go back to hell?
Forty-eight months later, go back to hell and try to make something new again?
How many people have done that?
Pollock tried to change, by 1956 he wrapped himself around a telephone pole
Out on Springs, Long Island, totally alcoholic, in the car
A lot of people have though I was dead for a long time
Yeah, it's not my fault
You need to eat
You need not to be killed
You need to have some measure of freedom
So, I'm not here to tell you art matters more than freedom
But I am here to say that art is part of being alive
Grandiose exodus
With every exhale I escape wretchedness
Blessed defiance
The road to hell is piloted with compliance
Morongo Indian, Mofongo simmering
My uncle ain't no simian
More citizens, scuff black dookies
Dorner vs. Tookie
No tomfoolery
Beatific aura is my jewelry
You know Ro' gon' keep it pimping
Grasp on the infinite like we intimate
How we make idealism belligerent
Nappy ass metaphysicists
Midnight passion spilling into the morning
Upon the ash trays and I'm zoning
The mind pirouettes past the moment
As if the rhyme were the only component
Omens bombarding I and I alive
I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive
There are no rules about what is gonna be good
And what is gonna be bad
Art doesn't give a shit
It never has
Oh, okay I hear it now
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Yes, I hear it now
Okay, okay
My overzealousness is ambidextrous
I'm not really concerned with it
Considering their assassins eat ham sandwiches
Fantastic damages
Natural gum lining
Me? Well, I'm like a summer day when it hail but the sun shining
Style like steam bent bamboo
With that patch of turbulence when the flight attendant sit down too
It's kinda spooky huh?
I catch a moody buzz
Ruby Yacht, groovy love
Soulfolks cologne from the poem to the rugs
From the elbow, to the hell no it ain't no sailboat
It's a big ass bag for bail bond
Active shooter at Chateau Marmont
Riots, looters, and various sidearms
Pythons on leashes
I remember the smell of sky burning (Sky burning, sky burning)
I remember the smell of sky burning (Sky burning, sky burning)
When Pollock finished his first drip painting
He asked his wife "Is this a painting?"
He made something that may not even fit in the very large category we call art
He didn't know
The interesting thing about Pollock is he only "dripped" for about forty-eight months
I would ask any artist, any skeptic, any cynic
If you invented fire, which Pollock did
Are you strong enough to stop making fire and go back to hell?
Forty-eight months later, go back to hell and try to make something new again?
How many people have done that?
Pollock tried to change, by 1956 he wrapped himself around a telephone pole
Out on Springs, Long Island, totally alcoholic, in the car
A lot of people have though I was dead for a long time
Yeah, it's not my fault
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.37] R.A.P. Ferreira will rap forever
[00:13.20]
[00:15.55] You need to eat
[00:17.20] You need not to be killed
[00:19.33] You need to have some measure of freedom
[00:22.04] So, I'm not here to tell you art matters more than freedom
[00:26.76] But I am here to say that art is part of being alive
[00:30.09] Grandiose exodus
[00:31.58] With every exhale I escape wretchedness
[00:34.30] Blessed defiance
[00:35.49] The road to hell is piloted with compliance
[00:37.56] Morongo Indian, Mofongo simmering
[00:40.34] My uncle ain't no simian
[00:42.09] More citizens, scuff black dookies
[00:44.39] Dorner vs. Tookie
[00:45.83] No tomfoolery
[00:47.10] Beatific aura is my jewelry
[00:49.26] You know Ro' gon' keep it pimping
[00:50.89] Grasp on the infinite like we intimate
[00:53.17] How we make idealism belligerent
[00:55.29] Nappy ass metaphysicists
[00:57.74] Midnight passion spilling into the morning
[00:59.90] Upon the ash trays and I'm zoning
[01:02.21] The mind pirouettes past the moment
[01:04.09] As if the rhyme were the only component
[01:06.11] Omens bombarding I and I alive
[01:08.42] I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive
[01:15.19]
[01:19.50] There are no rules about what is gonna be good
[01:23.73] And what is gonna be bad
[01:26.65] Art doesn't give a shit
[01:29.30] It never has
[01:30.42] Oh, okay I hear it now
[01:32.22] Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
[01:35.35] Yes, I hear it now
[01:39.72] Okay, okay
[01:43.66] My overzealousness is ambidextrous
[01:46.00] I'm not really concerned with it
[01:47.69] Considering their assassins eat ham sandwiches
[01:50.15] Fantastic damages
[01:51.78] Natural gum lining
[01:52.99] Me? Well, I'm like a summer day when it hail but the sun shining
[01:56.25] Style like steam bent bamboo
[01:58.34] With that patch of turbulence when the flight attendant sit down too
[02:01.34] It's kinda spooky huh?
[02:03.04] I catch a moody buzz
[02:04.84] Ruby Yacht, groovy love
[02:06.48] Soulfolks cologne from the poem to the rugs
[02:09.74] From the elbow, to the hell no it ain't no sailboat
[02:12.61] It's a big ass bag for bail bond
[02:14.68] Active shooter at Chateau Marmont
[02:16.72] Riots, looters, and various sidearms
[02:18.72] Pythons on leashes
[02:20.14] I remember the smell of sky burning (Sky burning, sky burning)
[02:23.67] I remember the smell of sky burning (Sky burning, sky burning)
[02:27.67] When Pollock finished his first drip painting
[02:30.39] He asked his wife "Is this a painting?"
[02:34.28] He made something that may not even fit in the very large category we call art
[02:41.02] He didn't know
[02:42.33] The interesting thing about Pollock is he only "dripped" for about forty-eight months
[02:47.58] I would ask any artist, any skeptic, any cynic
[02:50.88] If you invented fire, which Pollock did
[02:54.90] Are you strong enough to stop making fire and go back to hell?
[03:00.30] Forty-eight months later, go back to hell and try to make something new again?
[03:07.76] How many people have done that?
[03:10.13] Pollock tried to change, by 1956 he wrapped himself around a telephone pole
[03:16.26] Out on Springs, Long Island, totally alcoholic, in the car
[03:22.40]
[03:28.12] A lot of people have though I was dead for a long time
[03:31.65] Yeah, it's not my fault
[03:33.65]
[00:13.20]
[00:15.55] You need to eat
[00:17.20] You need not to be killed
[00:19.33] You need to have some measure of freedom
[00:22.04] So, I'm not here to tell you art matters more than freedom
[00:26.76] But I am here to say that art is part of being alive
[00:30.09] Grandiose exodus
[00:31.58] With every exhale I escape wretchedness
[00:34.30] Blessed defiance
[00:35.49] The road to hell is piloted with compliance
[00:37.56] Morongo Indian, Mofongo simmering
[00:40.34] My uncle ain't no simian
[00:42.09] More citizens, scuff black dookies
[00:44.39] Dorner vs. Tookie
[00:45.83] No tomfoolery
[00:47.10] Beatific aura is my jewelry
[00:49.26] You know Ro' gon' keep it pimping
[00:50.89] Grasp on the infinite like we intimate
[00:53.17] How we make idealism belligerent
[00:55.29] Nappy ass metaphysicists
[00:57.74] Midnight passion spilling into the morning
[00:59.90] Upon the ash trays and I'm zoning
[01:02.21] The mind pirouettes past the moment
[01:04.09] As if the rhyme were the only component
[01:06.11] Omens bombarding I and I alive
[01:08.42] I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive, I and I alive
[01:15.19]
[01:19.50] There are no rules about what is gonna be good
[01:23.73] And what is gonna be bad
[01:26.65] Art doesn't give a shit
[01:29.30] It never has
[01:30.42] Oh, okay I hear it now
[01:32.22] Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
[01:35.35] Yes, I hear it now
[01:39.72] Okay, okay
[01:43.66] My overzealousness is ambidextrous
[01:46.00] I'm not really concerned with it
[01:47.69] Considering their assassins eat ham sandwiches
[01:50.15] Fantastic damages
[01:51.78] Natural gum lining
[01:52.99] Me? Well, I'm like a summer day when it hail but the sun shining
[01:56.25] Style like steam bent bamboo
[01:58.34] With that patch of turbulence when the flight attendant sit down too
[02:01.34] It's kinda spooky huh?
[02:03.04] I catch a moody buzz
[02:04.84] Ruby Yacht, groovy love
[02:06.48] Soulfolks cologne from the poem to the rugs
[02:09.74] From the elbow, to the hell no it ain't no sailboat
[02:12.61] It's a big ass bag for bail bond
[02:14.68] Active shooter at Chateau Marmont
[02:16.72] Riots, looters, and various sidearms
[02:18.72] Pythons on leashes
[02:20.14] I remember the smell of sky burning (Sky burning, sky burning)
[02:23.67] I remember the smell of sky burning (Sky burning, sky burning)
[02:27.67] When Pollock finished his first drip painting
[02:30.39] He asked his wife "Is this a painting?"
[02:34.28] He made something that may not even fit in the very large category we call art
[02:41.02] He didn't know
[02:42.33] The interesting thing about Pollock is he only "dripped" for about forty-eight months
[02:47.58] I would ask any artist, any skeptic, any cynic
[02:50.88] If you invented fire, which Pollock did
[02:54.90] Are you strong enough to stop making fire and go back to hell?
[03:00.30] Forty-eight months later, go back to hell and try to make something new again?
[03:07.76] How many people have done that?
[03:10.13] Pollock tried to change, by 1956 he wrapped himself around a telephone pole
[03:16.26] Out on Springs, Long Island, totally alcoholic, in the car
[03:22.40]
[03:28.12] A lot of people have though I was dead for a long time
[03:31.65] Yeah, it's not my fault
[03:33.65]