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 sex
 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 shit 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