Authentic Intelligence - A Night at Wally's (feat. Bobby Hall, III) Lyrics

Artistry be what it was, what it is, what it will be
I'ma give it my all, have a ball and take you with me
The folks will be appalled
Enthralled in all the feeling embodied in the trials and tribulations that lead to healing
We be pushing positivity, digging in deeper meanings
That'll have the clientele, eugh, scratching and feenin' for more love
And make abodes in the molds by the pops in the heaven up above, you know what I'm dreaming of
By the time I'm out of time
I hope the record still spins and that they'll only begin to
Peep the former in this name by the last measure
And that you find the beautiful treasures lurking in these rhymes
Your gift is a virtue, never a crime that's meant to hurt you
Let's keep this party live, never virtual
Without a call, time or curfew
And share in this dream that reality has toconvert to
The sun is low and the party's over, come on, what we 'posed to do now
Cause I ain't trying to go back to the crib, no, uh-uh, I ain't finna pack this up
If this lyricism can keep you in the rhythm, let's keep the vibes on high
The wordsmith will never die, his ideas will multiply, and forever keep the artistry alive
Hip-hop, hooray, I swear the culture's shifted in hip-hop today
Nobody really rapping no more, just chains and fame
Face card popping, but live shows be lame
Park me on a hydrant my brains is on flames
IG, FB, clocks got me drained; watching cultural impersonators
Adding more zeros than Franklin papers
Just keeping it a hundo
They say it's always greener on the other side, well I pass
Haters keep on peeking over fences, man, don't do that
'Cause if I see some eyes floating, gotta blast
Lava gas'll hit the atmosphere, the winner of the thousand-meter dash is near
My past is near, cause I can see you in the rear view
95 cruising down the speedway with the sunroof
Down to the ground with my hand to the Bible
Asking how, God, how, I said, how, God, how
I said the sun is low and the party's over, come on, what we supposed to do now
Cause we ain't trying to go back to the crib, no, uh-uh, we ain't finna pack this up
If this lyricism can keep you in the rhythm, let's keep the vibes on high
The wordsmith will never die, his ideas will multiply
Ayo, TBA, swing that one more time
I said the sun is low and the party's over, come on, what we supposed to do now
Cause we ain't trying to go back to the crib, no, uh-uh, we ain't finna pack this up
If this lyricism can keep you in the rhythm, then let's keep the vibes on high
The wordsmith will never die, his ideas will multiply, and forever keep the artistry alive
Keep the artistry a-what
Yeah yeah
And keep the artistry alive