In Defense of My Art (feat. Reason & Ziyon)

In defence of my art, I'd rather be Tony Allen than Quest Love In defence of my art, my target is more Charles Dickens than D'Banj In defence of my art, being broke ain't an option unless you talking stocks In defence of my art, running my own race, not checking on your marks What's up? In defense of my art, I am Nat Nakassa's Harlem renaissance In defence of my art, you don't know what I'm talking about, just bounce (Reason) In defence of my art, In defense of my art (Ziyon) People always talk when you shine your light All I know is stars never work to shine bright All right (Reason) In defense of my art, In defence of my art (Ziyon) People hate and love what they can't be I'll never lose sleep just 'cause they ain't me Fresh out the gate, I was writing for a living And I spit it like I had an apple stuck in my Adam's apple Even?? has'em jumping out windows Had'em tripping over us for the vision No Charles but I tried to fly pass city limits Silly critics say I'm AC DC But they ain't seeing me I'm ANC and Run DMC We still?? too, been like world leases, Bin Laden been plan blow up the world team Back when Hansie was shaving off run's team was making crowds uncomfy with the smart shit You can hear crickets from how they didn't feel it No matter how you spill, I had mad sixes Kill a pimp from the fucks I wasn't giving I tell'em you should listen, shut up and bounce with it Fresh out the gate, I was live from the Bassline They didn't take it to it, classics take time I found my lane out in Scandinavia Now we stay in white hoods like hate crime Fuck being famous, I want paper but more greatness I'm here tryna make god not maker They say it's weird I don't sound like Mavis But I'm not Cambridge neither a painted zebra, a coconut, I'm Joseph Sambi one Who wanna claim Jesus? I make genius Photos of me with the Polo on, clean cut GQ with an IQ I think yep I give you life through high coos that mean much Tell'em if they ask you why, shut up your lips, bounce Don't even try get it, if it's way over your head then it's fine just forget it and just bounce From the ground to the ceiling, in fact throw em up if you aroused by the feeling (just bounce) We ain't even gon' beef, if you ain't about that life, but I hope you don't sleep (it's that bounce) 'Til the drum roll ripping, 808s banging like oh madabeeshes