R.A.P. Ferreira - ​gemilut hassadim lyrics

[Intro: Jerry Saltz] 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 [Verse 1] Grandiose exodus With every exhale, I escape wretchedness Blessed defiance The road to hell is piloted with compliance Morongo Indian, Mofongo simmerin' 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 pimpin' Grasp on the infinite like we eminent How we make idealism belligerent Nappy ass metaphysicists Midnight passion spillin' into 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 [Interlude: Larry Poons, R.A.P. Ferreira] There are no rules about what is gonna be good and what is gonna to be bad. Art doesn't give a sh*t. It never has Oh, okay I hear it now Yes yes yes yes yes Yes, I hear it now Okay okay [Verse 2] 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 hails but the sun shining Style like steam bent bamboo With that patch of turbulence when the flight attendant sit down too Its kinda spooky, huh I catch a moody buzz Ruby Yacht, groovy love Soulfolks cologne from the poem to the rug From the elbow to hell no it ain't no sailboat It's a big ass bag for the 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) [Outro] 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 forty-eight months I would ask any artist, any skeptic, any cynic If you had 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 and by 1956 he wrapped himself around a telephone pole out on Springs, Long Island Totally alcoholic, in the car A lot of people have thought I was dead for a long time Yeah, it's not my fault