Purple skies blessed the vision as I wrote this
Another Sun dying spoken through colour
Yo' praise the day for the ones next to rise
For now I'm waiting for the Moon light
Luna Tek, break the circle f*ck the project
Work out equation vinyl+digital equals corrupt poison in the stream
Tampered waters like sabotaging ancestors
Nil by mouth watch the company you keep
Multiple smiles in disguise but one disturbing style
Clock the pattern that never changes
Weak arms of no trust
How far can you throw?
Break the mould or give another chance?
One last dance?
Whatever happened in the mix of art?
Love? kick the face of wickedness
No more equals
Hold on be strong is what the song said
Tie the rope, climb the chair
Is what the mind said
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Ghost in the shell the audience isn't real
Some pay the cost of blind eyes
The countless views
Deaf ears that fix numbers
Spot the lie, broken links diverted from the source
True creators, stuck kept in the dark
Ill like organised crime
The untold already known ways behind the scene
We plant the flowers and they pick the petals
Another poet back to the soils
How strong are your roots?
Respect to the artists that never dies
Forever living never giving up
Yo' bless the true faces all around them
Support is needed, no words in vain
So best believe the words of the frustrated
No fears break your senses of this false security
Strictly for all, forever remain humble
But never the fool, 40th chamber
3 more steps complete the shape of the 8
The magic number the soul knows
SO...
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Teknical Development.Is - What's the Art Worth? Lyrics
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Purple skies blessed the vision as I wrote this
Another Sun dying spoken through colour
Yo' praise the day for the ones next to rise
For now I'm waiting for the Moon light
Luna Tek, break the circle f*ck the project
Work out equation vinyl+digital equals corrupt poison in the stream
Tampered waters like sabotaging ancestors
Nil by mouth watch the company you keep
Multiple smiles in disguise but one disturbing style
Clock the pattern that never changes
Weak arms of no trust
How far can you throw?
Break the mould or give another chance?
One last dance?
Whatever happened in the mix of art?
Love? kick the face of wickedness
No more equals
Hold on be strong is what the song said
Tie the rope, climb the chair
Is what the mind said
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Ghost in the shell the audience isn't real
Some pay the cost of blind eyes
The countless views
Deaf ears that fix numbers
Spot the lie, broken links diverted from the source
True creators, stuck kept in the dark
Ill like organised crime
The untold already known ways behind the scene
We plant the flowers and they pick the petals
Another poet back to the soils
How strong are your roots?
Respect to the artists that never dies
Forever living never giving up
Yo' bless the true faces all around them
Support is needed, no words in vain
So best believe the words of the frustrated
No fears break your senses of this false security
Strictly for all, forever remain humble
But never the fool, 40th chamber
3 more steps complete the shape of the 8
The magic number the soul knows
SO...
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Another Sun dying spoken through colour
Yo' praise the day for the ones next to rise
For now I'm waiting for the Moon light
Luna Tek, break the circle f*ck the project
Work out equation vinyl+digital equals corrupt poison in the stream
Tampered waters like sabotaging ancestors
Nil by mouth watch the company you keep
Multiple smiles in disguise but one disturbing style
Clock the pattern that never changes
Weak arms of no trust
How far can you throw?
Break the mould or give another chance?
One last dance?
Whatever happened in the mix of art?
Love? kick the face of wickedness
No more equals
Hold on be strong is what the song said
Tie the rope, climb the chair
Is what the mind said
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Ghost in the shell the audience isn't real
Some pay the cost of blind eyes
The countless views
Deaf ears that fix numbers
Spot the lie, broken links diverted from the source
True creators, stuck kept in the dark
Ill like organised crime
The untold already known ways behind the scene
We plant the flowers and they pick the petals
Another poet back to the soils
How strong are your roots?
Respect to the artists that never dies
Forever living never giving up
Yo' bless the true faces all around them
Support is needed, no words in vain
So best believe the words of the frustrated
No fears break your senses of this false security
Strictly for all, forever remain humble
But never the fool, 40th chamber
3 more steps complete the shape of the 8
The magic number the soul knows
SO...
What's this art worth?
Body and soul, lose your mind
Behind the curtains, the scene out of control
The art they show, nothing but f*ckery
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Mental disease that leave your mind twist
Writer: Dean Boyaram
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid