Artists vs. Criminals
Intro:
It has been established that persons who have recently died have been returning to life and committing acts of murder.
Yeah, they’re dead, they’re all messed up.
Chorus:
Artists versus criminals,
The wars are subliminal,
I fight ‘em off of principle,
And keep the deaths to minimal,
Poets take out prisoners,
Museums filled with listeners,
Painters kill the whisperers,
Call in the commissioners,
Cameras pointed at the actors,
We don't need no helicaptors,
That's why we keep makin' clappers,
consider factors,
We got all the real power,
Don't they know what time it is?,
They don't even get an hour,
It's time to go feed the kids.
Verse One:
I got the world in my palm,
I took it out of my pocket,
Where I keep the universe,
So I can rock it,
Know what that means?,
To the places I walk?,
I'm King Kong,
Why you think I came to New York?,
I'm like Bobby Dylan,
Man, you just go be your villain,
While I'm busy making my Freewheelin',
I just caught you stealin',
Puttin' my ideas,
In your conversation,
That's abomination,
Like I took Obama's nation,
Take your medication,
Shoot up a school,
I'm busy shooting some pool,
You think the government rule,
Artists know what we do,
Bringing power to the masses,
Who you think is teaching classes?,
We're the ones that's throwing bashes,
While they live in ashes,
We put your make up on,
We made the clothes you're droolin' on,
We hold the cameras at your telethon,
You're Cheech and Chong,
Politicians nothing but some pawns,
Couldn't mow our lawns,
It's time to find the real bombers,
In this marathon.
Verse Two:
I'm Hemingway with a rifle,
Except it's pointed at you,
Did you think I meant a gun?,
'Cause I don't need it fool,
You can take away amendments,
But there's natural law,
Deep down the people know the truth,
Let Jack Kirby draw,
I oughta take you out for what you did to Charlie Chaplin,
Even Michael Jackson,
But I keep my cool, and moon walk into action,
I'm the director and I never yell cut,
I keep the cameras rolling punk,
And I got an orchestra in the trunk,
Tough luck illuminati,
You can kill my body,
But you can't kill all this art I made for everybody,
I got armies of artists,
A whole fleet of guitarists,
The authors hit you the hardest,
So I just break out the chalkist,
Outlining your bodies in white,
I let the 3D artists write,
And now you're kids are having fun with you tonight,
Careful what you do with your body next life,
'Cause when you find your wife,
She's gonna play this all night!
Chorus:
Artists versus criminals,
The wars are subliminal,
I fight ‘em off of principle,
And keep the deaths to minimal,
Poets take out prisoners,
Museums filled with listeners,
Painters kill the whisperers,
Call in the commissioners,
Cameras pointed at the actors,
We don't need no helicaptors,
That's why we keep makin' clappers,
consider factors,
We got all the real power,
Don't they know what time it is?,
They don't even get an hour,
It's time to go feed the kids.
Intro:
It has been established that persons who have recently died have been returning to life and committing acts of murder.
Yeah, they’re dead, they’re all messed up.
Chorus:
Artists versus criminals,
The wars are subliminal,
I fight ‘em off of principle,
And keep the deaths to minimal,
Poets take out prisoners,
Museums filled with listeners,
Painters kill the whisperers,
Call in the commissioners,
Cameras pointed at the actors,
We don't need no helicaptors,
That's why we keep makin' clappers,
consider factors,
We got all the real power,
Don't they know what time it is?,
They don't even get an hour,
It's time to go feed the kids.
Verse One:
I got the world in my palm,
I took it out of my pocket,
Where I keep the universe,
So I can rock it,
Know what that means?,
To the places I walk?,
I'm King Kong,
Why you think I came to New York?,
I'm like Bobby Dylan,
Man, you just go be your villain,
While I'm busy making my Freewheelin',
I just caught you stealin',
Puttin' my ideas,
In your conversation,
That's abomination,
Like I took Obama's nation,
Take your medication,
Shoot up a school,
I'm busy shooting some pool,
You think the government rule,
Artists know what we do,
Bringing power to the masses,
Who you think is teaching classes?,
We're the ones that's throwing bashes,
While they live in ashes,
We put your make up on,
We made the clothes you're droolin' on,
We hold the cameras at your telethon,
You're Cheech and Chong,
Politicians nothing but some pawns,
Couldn't mow our lawns,
It's time to find the real bombers,
In this marathon.
Verse Two:
I'm Hemingway with a rifle,
Except it's pointed at you,
Did you think I meant a gun?,
'Cause I don't need it fool,
You can take away amendments,
But there's natural law,
Deep down the people know the truth,
Let Jack Kirby draw,
I oughta take you out for what you did to Charlie Chaplin,
Even Michael Jackson,
But I keep my cool, and moon walk into action,
I'm the director and I never yell cut,
I keep the cameras rolling punk,
And I got an orchestra in the trunk,
Tough luck illuminati,
You can kill my body,
But you can't kill all this art I made for everybody,
I got armies of artists,
A whole fleet of guitarists,
The authors hit you the hardest,
So I just break out the chalkist,
Outlining your bodies in white,
I let the 3D artists write,
And now you're kids are having fun with you tonight,
Careful what you do with your body next life,
'Cause when you find your wife,
She's gonna play this all night!
Chorus:
Artists versus criminals,
The wars are subliminal,
I fight ‘em off of principle,
And keep the deaths to minimal,
Poets take out prisoners,
Museums filled with listeners,
Painters kill the whisperers,
Call in the commissioners,
Cameras pointed at the actors,
We don't need no helicaptors,
That's why we keep makin' clappers,
consider factors,
We got all the real power,
Don't they know what time it is?,
They don't even get an hour,
It's time to go feed the kids.