Lyrics Artist's Statement - James E! Walker

Previously on DRT
Ha, yea-yea-yea-yeah
All aboard... welcome to the tour
The gallery's open, the gallery's open, oh yeah
The gallery's open, the gallery's open, I say
Whoa-oh-whoa, oh-whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa
Whoa-oh-oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa, whoa-oh-oh-whoa
Whoa-oh-whoa, oh-whoa

Welcome to the tour, the gallery's open, oh yes
I know it's long overdue but hey
Masterpieces that patience, peep
Here's an overview to keep you in the loop
So go ahead remove ya shoes
Grab some wine and cheese, perhaps a cup of fruit
As I proceed to walk you through
It's so imperative, I control the narrative, on every canvas
Wrote the characters, to be declarative, in every stanza
Dedicated to it, full of passion
Know I'm full of color, getting active
Never seen a rapper so adaptive
Messy palette, method to the madness
Sensitive about mine, though I show no emotion, I'm heavily devoted
Po' pimpin' the potion, stick to the notion, might keep a few loaded
Unapologetic, undeniably ready, un-parallel to the scale, it's heavy
But I trust it, wear my heart of my sleeve, unflustered
Flow to a frequency that ya couldn't conceive in ya wildest dreams
Could be extreme, a bit unforeseen, but
Mustered the faith to push me forward
Hard since they cut the umbilical cord
Here's a toast to all who watched me starve
When the info coulda put me on my feet bro
But ya gotta write 'em off if you really wanna put ya self on

Take it how ya want, take it how ya feel, take it for what it's worth
Just don't take it lightly, approach me impolitely, it's on
This my turf, this my playing field, this the art of verse
This my art, this my platform, this is my body of work
Take it how ya want, take it how ya feel, make of it what you will
It's yo interpretation, yo opinion, but it's my career
This my craft, this my canvas, this is the concert
This my dream, this my seed, yo this is my gift to earth

See eye just need an ear to paint the picture clear, pioneer
Bumpin' like 6 by 9s, show up right on time like a cavalier
Charming yet alarming, plant in seasons like I'm farming
Bout as sacred as a psalmist, what you need? I'm like a pharmacist
Developed a skill to make me one in a mill, look like I'm running up mills
On top of the bill since art been paying the bills, it's like a meal on wheels
I'm healing the ill, I'm willing to give or kill, just keeping it real
I'm giving chills, like Amityville, that's mass appeal
Color outside the lines, write beyond the margins, think outside the box
I move in counter-clock, in due time you'll see it's lonely at top
Breaking the padlock, minting my own tokens, running up stocks
This is my sandbox, play by my own rules, marbles and rocks
Don't take no prisoners, accept no visitors
Don't fuck with those who couldn't envision us
New exhibitions got my ammunition up
Juxtaposition of a composition, limited edition
Fulfilled the mission to precision just from holding vision

Take it how ya want, take it how ya feel, take it for what it's worth
Just don't take it lightly, approach me impolitely, it's on
This my turf, this my playing field, this the art of verse
This my art, this my platform, this is my body of work
Take it how ya want, take it how ya feel, make of it what you will
It's yo interpretation, yo opinion, but it's my career
This my craft, this my canvas, this is the concert
This my dream, this my seed, yo this is my gift to earth

I mean really did this shit man
I mean, I kinda kept this shit under my hat man for
Bout 4, 4-5 years really
Just not telling nobody shit man
Cause muthafuckas couldn't really see the vision
Just to be touring throughout the pandemic man
This shit just really kinda surreal to me when I really just think about it
I just like damn nigga you really on fuckin tour
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