The Art

Lyrics

It's been a long time coming up, diggin my way out of the dirt from Ground Zero
Breakin on out I’m making my way of going berserk, above ground, got my foot on the mound Wind up for the pitch and let her go, swing batter batter but they never know
See you can’t hit what you can’t see see that's the way I planned it zero visibility
It's the art of the strike you know me
Like a shadow in the night, like a ripple in the red sea
I contribute to rap, soul wizardry none of that cry baby crap rap with RnB
They can do what they want but that's not me
Hip Hop down to the bone they can’t clone me
See I do what I do with life throwing me a curve ball
Better swerve yall cuz I heard yall
Nerds wanna show up for the battle then I'll hurt yall
Curtain call better back on out, while I'm working yall up against the corner with no exit out Now you’re stuck like a fly between the screen and the glass
Now you’re running out of air fast cuz you weren't prepared
And you’re scared cuz your dead last cuz the scorpion was waiting in your shoe for the last laugh
What can you do and that's that?
Now your out of life, Gunnar McKell the art of the strike.

About the time you’re feeling everything was copasetic
You don't get it, when I wrap around your neck and let my fangs sink into your veins
And I start releasing venom nothing to gain nothing to lose instinct
Hard to defuse hard to refrain from the pain that I aim upon
Letting lose again and again when I catch you off guard when I hatch a new batch
Of rhymes that I latch to ya mentally attach to ya
Anytime but you never know quite when, when I heighten the plot plenty of excitement
I delight in opponents getting frightened when I tighten upon my writings surprising
When I'm rising up for the kill then your eyes get
Bigger than a monstrous hill growing in size when I crush your lies in forever until
I diminish all your silly ... and bring it to a final finish
Straight from the grill I get ill till ya see that I'm the king of the hill you know how real is
How do you deal when I deliver the dice and crush your phony paradise collect the winnings Isn't it nice to be able to rule the microphone at any price any cost?
Many lost their life take it as a bit of advice
You're unprepared well I don't care it's the art of the strike

Here I go again walking with a swing in my step
Bringing you the best yet so keep it on tap knowing where my hearts at so I'm good with the rap
Keep bringing you the classical and radical crap
Beat animal driving in its natural habitat irrational predator tearing the meat off of the bone
After I'm chewin you out in stereo you look as though someone took a ... in your cereal bowl Here we go making it bigger than miracle grow messing with the lyrical pro
So, I'm steering your style into a telephone pole like a motor vehicle spinning out of control
And then the beat will roll thicker than a boulder rolling over your soul slow and difficult
Time crushin the wack Russian Attack do you in and then throw your guts in a bag
You know you're lookin at all man into one I'll sum it up
Everybody gets life under the same sun same planet
But people separating themselves in little groups like the city zoo
Now how I do I eat up the energy of the world before I spit it back at you
Because I have to mainly because of my appetite predator for life Gunnar McKell the art of the strike