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