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artist - kourt jester 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 -ssistant named morty
take you to dimensions, k!llin’ rappers like kavorki-
in another way bro, i’m endin’ careers
so make like mr. meeseeks, and f-ckin’ 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-ckin’ 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-cka…

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 shit 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!ll ’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-ck ’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-ckin’
emcee on a beat, some of the others were titty suckin’
whiter than milk, i’m the breast to bless your speakers
won’t hire to k!ll, but m-ssacre the non-believers
fire at will, rest -ssured cause i’m your leader
admire my sk!ll, haters blue like da-ba-dee bruh (da-ba-dee-da-ba-die!)
i don’t like that new rap, i prefer keep it cl-ssic
keep blastin’ boombap, hip hop nowadays is tragic
if you’re in a pickle with my music, b-tch 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 shit 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!ll 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-cker, bob ross when i spit this shit!

- kourt jester lyrics

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