This is the art of rhythm and poetry
The art of hopelessly hoping you'll know it's me
But noticing that emotions are coveting
This is the art of simple seduction
And oral based functions
Art that fluxions when I steady got my tongue in
Lyrical lashings or feminine summit
This is the art (x3)

This is the art that got me right here, several inch distance from her ear
And I talk a lot of game, but it's never clear
what my intentions are so the lady's feeling fear,
but she likes that
The mystery's turnin' her on, her self esteem burnings are gone
And though I could be another fucker to muster her situation
She shows no concern in what's wrong, nope
Artistically throwing down words
Her ear drums pounding as every sound's heard
Heart match the rhythm and sending it outwards
Body language prevalent, sentences now slurred
Listen to what your body say, girl
Keep your morals away; squirreled
up in the back of your mind, and know that in time
I could be tuggin on them plain curls
Bam, she's seduced, it's an art
But if she's playing hard to get, then it's a start
Sooner or later, my words'll take to heart
And I'll have the broad hot on the bed, legs apart
And what comes next, that's an art form, too
This subject is pressed to inform who
ever disagrees that pleasing a lady is simply an artist's best formed muse
This is the art (x3)

This is the art of verbal manipulation
Invoke incredible sensation from a Caucasian
bitch that's playing mind tricks
after blowin' too much Jamacian
Deliberation is never necessary
I promise no feeling in your legs is only temporary, girl
and generally it's customary to exclamate the legendary acts
that got you wetter than an estuary
This is dexterity at best
That white girl that you dare not even jest
I write raps to repair all the regress
cause up in the air's a lot of affairs to be addressed
I care less about disrespect
and even less about anyone who'll interject
With poorly delivered opinions, I don't listen to these minions
unless these motherfuckers can come correct
I wouldn't class this as a masterpiece
but when I got these ladies' asses kickin' back the sheets
The thought passes that I'm actually
Picasso of this art, just with a faster feat, so
give it up cause you have to see
by now that nobody surpasses me
I carry this craft on my back and I lack the need
To quit rap or this vag eating mastery, uh
This is the art (x3)