Beauty

Well its the rap beautician
The facts you listen
I blast through rhythms like hash through your system
True in love and wisdom
Well off and witty
Using Gods sleeve to wipe the hell off the city
See my elegance, dining on the periodic tablecloth of elements
The universe designs my intelligence
Drop science down a bottomless pit
Run swift do a handstand on pyramid tips
The sun splits the waterfront causing prismatic effects
Butterflies come alive to have ***
Birds fly out of a top hat slow
To join the brilliance of wilderness and soar through the Congo
Speed the convo through colors and shapes
My word choice is turquoise I love to create
My art hurdles over the clouds of dark purple
Red mixes yellow and blue in sharp circles
Paint splashes over your conscious like canvas
Colors jump out of the body to form branches
Psychedelic images flash like avalanches
Illustrate skill with the quill to build stanzas
I use pens like hallucinogens
So who can pretend, my music aint a beautiful thing
A suit of a king
Deserving of the jewels and the rings
That only flatters my appearance like the tulips in spring
Im cool with the gods, I could never use the facade
Of a musician to celebrate hate and abuse women
The beautician is back, Humble Magnificent wizard of rap
Throwing tuxedos on the wax
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The numbers they fall off the clock midnight
At the museum an apple is stolen out of a still life
You see em, stand by the mirror with no reflection
A pointfive appears on your shirt for half stepping
Scientists explain that they no longer know things
A dog takes a **** on the floor and grows wings
Planets of the solar system now trade places
Statues of national fame become faceless
Great lakes evaporate and leave no traces
The man with the moustache reveals the three aces
Briefcases open to expose sheet music
The thief hears the piece performed and weeps to it
Master violinist plays the solo one-handed
The notes on the page become ants that run frantic
Slowly the symphony dissolves into noise
The baron with the glass eye sweats and loses poise
A scene is made, the cheese brigade is summoned
The man in the mask walks fast and starts running
An officer fires a pistol in black apparel
But instead a lead red rose grows from out the barrel
The criminal escapes through a disappearing door marked 'Beauty'
Exiting the world forevermore...