the darkness like a vandal The silhouette of set in the mirror on the mantle Fire place is in the heart, water places the art 'Round the island of desiring
a lyrical queen The Pepa MC's makin' microphones sing Notes to provoke, they called her a joke The speaker smoked when I spoke Boy, you better kill that noise
higher Each time you're playing my track This sound is smacking your ass My voice is touching your heart So bang your head, you silly bitch I know you're feeling the heat The noise
like a virgn calculates like a math wiz You think you're bad? i'ma show you what bad is Microphone magician, it's the end when I start A confidential differential, I'm the state of the art
of truth and stick to it Choose a concrete and bad noise to burn fluid Rubble becomes structure from the beauty of confusion Alchemy: heal your pain with art
listened to him as a friend He said [Chorus] He once saw a painting that told his whole life story It was then that he knew he was the art of divinity
in its abyss Paid dues and made music my religion Now I listen, close my eyes, and forget I even exist I sing a bastard's tune, inspired by the noise
pray to God for love, I'll make Jihad for love And I just might pull your freakin' card for love Make you sing, 'Hey Love' like my man King Son I freak the art noise
Changing colors Kissing a circle Wearing an art Showing hypocrisy to somebody else Stepping the accelerator Without using the brakes Busy making the noise
I changed my mind and looked no better Hard of heart, blind, blind to his higher art My frustration, my anger in disguise I slip under I slip under quiet
From the depths of slumber, As I ascend the spiral stairways of wakefulness, I will whisper: God! God! God! Thou art the food, and when I break my fast
like Christopher C. MNP and Lars H., pioneers adrift at sea. And so we went ashore, knowing not what was in store, 'till there came a crazy noise
With Wesley Clark Make like Corey Heart And wear my shades when it's dark Don't retort or remark You'll get Dizzy G Cheeks With a mouth full of fart *fart noise
and motor babies... Listen up! The future is bulletproof The aftermath is secondary It's time to do it now and do it loud Killjoys, make some noise!
a sasquatch In T-O I'm known as a warlock Breeding, not speeding or needing no coke But I'm still dope, the noise bleeding on stage I rock my rhymes
joy His mother's little golden boy His mother bought him a synthesizer Got the Human League into advise her Now he's making lots of noise Playing along with the Art
staggerin' Once you've had bad credit, you'll never forget you had it Dim innuendos are spoken aloud Where supermodels are super endowed Fashion is the art
raw, it's only right I know it's hot, we hot too You ready to throw down, we ready to have a party So if ya ready to have a party, make some noise