DJ Krush - Vision Of Art lyrics

You've got a very soft vision of art You've got a deficit disorder of heart Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards When KRUSH drops a f**in city buster, I call it the crowd rapist Ace of base sh**ty compounded to drown faceless Out of the ground basics found in lost spaces Ashamed of its own ba**line traces (that's pure hatred) Perhaps the internet feeds your village fright (right) I got the double ox wingspan dragon archetype tonight The part that reflects light, my razorblade kite f** it... the rugged word, my immortal beloved Got you s**in off muppets for bisquick and contracts and sh** Printed on the back of triscuits and served rectally (Jesus this sh** is giving me a headache, man) What a difference indifference can make My bad chemistry chalkes lines like little deranged johnny the terrain bum Borderline f** ya soundbombing I'm heated like broke days with nothing but noodle ramon and water Water tainted, complaint filed time to transfer Take me out? transfer denied, answer supplied as: Stab em through the nipples with their own b**hy as rimshots I'm audio two basic combust with strange lust With modus opperandum in box than funcrush you box with soft touch So much slower than the whole scenery seems Moving through the plastiasine brackets backwards Afterburn full thrust monks react trackless Come to confront funk slugs with salt tactics Turn the farrah faucet on and burn em in their matress Murdered by a strange man in the basement of their building Time to build time to be brazen with can rasing The same faded disdain with a grain of insane patience Patent that, fire in the sky, cataract eyes This is nervous unnerving wordsh** reported Fortnights of journey through Warning you secret pathfinder's the cast of bad sitcom The laugh track's added to the last cat sh** on The audience claps like dillenger gun masonic rounds Falling down, trample the trespa** sound Ample disress, amp'll get loud as terrets From banchee with a megaphone, me-me-me-megaphone Hold the frequency, hold it unevenly, unsheath the jihad blade And become animalistic authority walks the plan, thats implicit The shambles of the gifted, dismantled and imprisoned This is just a cf thought car derailed and resold as old feelings To those with false motion All potions, pour to parched hearts open Casted out, sold out in the open DJ f**in Len'll leave the boom box dead DJ f**in KRUSH'll make your children throw furniture Learning disabilities spring from the scene Like a recessive biter gene, ignited like a flare for all teams Tall beams broken, bring down the foundation Found in a pool of cess where the worms unnerve stations FM is just femenin breaks on rotation Company Floww hold the mic naked Famous (aside from murder touch) get with the once known divine style I enter like Asian, demented and god-like Odd mic clutched and chucked at gla** structure Eat at that, bodies of martars and pump action Technospawn the last long-co*k rhymer Get with it, spaceghost the force soul weapon Get with it, get got or got missing You've got a very soft vision of art You've got a deficit disorder of heart Thes are the wings of an endangered drum pattern This is the flight of the hapless, you've got it all backwards