String Theory - Art of Rap lyrics

[Verse 1: Halfcut] A true master like Pete Rock that love when the beat knock I'm Hip-hop from my fitted down to my Reeboks the art of rap Laying down your vision on a track While these DJ's dig for wax like some ancient artifacts Running laps 'round these cats like the record? Chin checking 'em if they don't know what game they getting in (yo!) if my pen's painting pictures and projecting them Then I guess this beat's a two way mirror my thoughts reflected in Got me questioning who on top and who's electing them Cause no one's touched my raps ever since I first perfected them Back in the day as a youngin' growing up doing shows No one showing up now we got the crowd going buck I'm a beast the type to pull the pin out with my teeth Explosive launch grenades in the middle of the streets Yo peace to all my homes rising up from underneath Stay hungry for them beats and get prepared for the feast [Verse 2: Hex One] These frauds is taunted by fate but me I'm haunted by the artists I ate I live my thoughts beyond a dollar sign's weight Beside a dotted line's fake peons without a grind personify hate You must be out of mind if I don't rhyme great we shine eons duke Get your face mushed we apes on these strange cuts So wake up and cop the tape for eight bucks you snake f**s We only let you skate once it s**s get your stage flushed It's straight but isn't making the place jump it ain't us The flows we bust is dope enough to make the jakes rush Like Michelange a master with the paint brush Back in the day I just sat in cla** crafting a page Packing rage like a rabid phantom trapped in a cage Now I'm a monster charged with spittin' rhymes and mantras Equipped with arms like Nicaraguan contras Call the doctors for these minors trying to live this art of rap Ironic how this beat can give a heart attack (word'em up son)