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 table called developments   The universe designs my intelligence   Drop science down a bottomless pit   Run swift through 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 suitable 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 that celebrate hate and abuse women   The beautician is back, Humble Magnificent wizard of rap   Throwing tuxedos on the wax         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 and national fame become faceless   Great lakes evaporate and leave no traces   The man with the mustache 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 phantom 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 of lead, records grow from out the barrel   The criminal escapes through a disappearing door marked beauty   Exiting the world forevermore