Art Club Lyrics - Hip Hop And The World We Live In - Aceyalone

It's about the art 

It's about the alright.. alright listen 

First rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club 

Second rule of Art Club, there is no Art Club 

Walkin around, talkin to myself 

But you're only crazy if you answer back and the chances of that 

are high enough to scrape the sky, me myself and I 

My inner battles are way more excitin than the ones I have on the mic 

I have the time of my life 

Dissectin it, overstandin it and perfectin it 

And protectin it, it's become my drive 

The more it gets to be heard, the longer it stays alive 

My Art, Club 

We meet daily, we sleep rarely, we bend barely 

Fairly new, very artsy, very artsy 

Do not disturb the session in progression 

Just my teachers, and students and employees 

And a map of the world, I could rap to the world, destroy MC's 

Let it be noted that, no one man can hold it 

Most overloaded and folded under the pressure 

To carry hot stones is an honor, and a duty 

Most difficult task, last shall be first to get the treasure 

Storm weather, warm weather 

And rainy nights, my Art Club built of solid steel 

And one diamond light 

Yeah you know 

Your interpretation of artists you know 

Will always be in the forefront of the world's.. 

future, it's past, imagination why'know 

Yeah it's true, aight.. 

I refuse to take part, in any lesser art - felt 

Break your little hip-hop art and watch you melt 

First assignment, evoke the path, provoke the future 

Choke and strangle your Devil before he shoots ya 

full of serum to fear him 

But my Club supports the God so it's difficult to hear him 

We meet, over the beat, bring your drum machines and (?) 

Dem days fly by fast, meditating with the sensei 

Be forever in debt with the powers that be 

My solid steel integrity, kills a celebrity 

So let it be, we shall fulfill our destiny 

My Art Club 

[uncredited spoken word poet forms the song's outro] 

The current show was called, 

"Art Hurts: Visions From Young Los Angeles Artists." 

It was a madhouse!