Well it's the rap beauticiannThe facts you listennI blast through rhythms like hash through your systemnTrue in love and wisdomnWell off and wittynUsing God's sleeve to wipe the hell off the citynSee my elegance, dining on the periodic table called developmentsnThe universe designs my intelligencenDrop science down a bottomless pitnRun swift through a handstand on pyramid tipsnThe sun splits the waterfront causing prismatic effectsnButterflies come alive to have sexnBirds fly out of a top hat slownTo join the brilliance of wilderness and soar through the CongonSpeed the convo through colors and shapesnMy word choice is turquoise I love to createnMy art hurdles over the clouds of dark purplenRed mixes yellow and blue in sharp circlesnPaint splashes over your conscious like canvasnColors jump out of the body to form branchesnPsychedelic images flash like avalanchesnIllustrate skill with the quill to build stanzasnI use pens like hallucinogensnSo who can pretend, my music ain't a beautiful thingnA suitable kingnDeserving of the jewels and the ringsnThat only flatters my appearance like the tulips in springnI'm cool with the gods, I could never use the facadenOf a musician that celebrate hate and abuse womennThe beautician is back, Humble Magnificent wizard of rapnThrowing tuxedos on the waxnnnThe numbers they fall off the clock midnightnAt the museum an apple is stolen out of a still lifenYou see 'em, stand by the mirror with no reflectionnA point five appears on your shirt for half steppingnScientists explain that they no longer know thingsnA dog takes a shit on the floor and grows wingsnPlanets of the solar system now trade placesnStatues and national fame become facelessnGreat lakes evaporate and leave no tracesnThe man with the mustache reveals the three acesnBriefcases open to expose sheet musicnThe thief hears the piece performed and weeps to itnMaster violinist plays the solo one handednThe notes on the page become ants that run franticnSlowly the symphony dissolves into noisenThe phantom with the glass eye sweats and loses poisenA scene is made, the cheese brigade is summonednThe man in the mask walks fast and starts runningnAn officer fires a pistol in black apparelnBut instead of lead, records grow from out the barrelnThe criminal escapes through a disappearing door marked beautynExiting the world forevermore