Beauty

Well it's 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 God's 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 ain't 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

I'm 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 point five 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...