Jungle of Mediocrity ft/ Jay Lavoe
Shadowville Productions on the beat.
Hip-hop, Underground, Wordplay, Puns, Multies, Metaz, Deep, Emotional
Whats good! I'm 16, and have been writing ever since I could hold a pen. The name is Polska, a.k.a Art-A-Fact because I spit to make Art A Fact with tracks that'll become artifacts. Trying to wipe out the cess pit of bullshit that is mainstream rap, and make indie/underground known. Look out for the Ars Gratia Artis mixtape, comin soon!
Lyrics
Verse 1 [Art-A-Fact]
In a jungle of mediocrity exploring the land
I slash my way through the average, vorpal sword in hand
Verbally violating with violent verbal voracity
Devouring the routine with vigor and audacity
With endless capacity to put words on this page
Trapping ink on the paper like birds in a cage
But sure as the cage bird does sing in its prison
The words take flight like there were wings on my visions
So take a listen, because what the things I tell are timeless
While mainstream is hollow because the rappers are spineless
I grip the mic in my wrist, pins and needles in my hand
It’s like an annex of my arm is the mic stand
Lyrics have no meaning, rappers just prattle on
Like building a tower to God they just Babylon
So I battle on, through the meritless mundane
With utilitarian usage of the urbane
[Hook x2]
I pick out a goal, and then I set out to conceive it
Driven to be better, and you better believe it
I practice kaizen, because every time that the beat hits
Those who strive for mediocrity are destined to achieve it
Verse 2 [Art-A-Fact]
I’m a different breed, made from a separate mold
Striving for excellence, I was destined to flow
You can test what I know; I don’t put on any fronts
I represent the truth, all year like many months
I do my own stunts, because rap is my calling
Can’t stand up for your beliefs? Then you better start crawling
As for me I’m falling, down the abyss that is life
To a painless death, like a subtle kiss of a knife
This is the strife, this is the reality
We’re only human, bound by mortality
But the mentality I have is to leave a mark on this Earth
Hip hop never died, it’s having a phoenix rebirth
For what it’s worth, I raise it out of the ashes and fire
Fuck the second-rate, like what the masses desire
I aspire, to be the absolute best I can be
Trying to beat my own self, it’s like a contest with me
[Hook x2]
I pick out a goal, and then I set out to conceive it
Driven to be better, and you better believe it
I practice kaizen, because every time that the beat hits
Those who strive for mediocrity are destined to achieve it
Verse 3 [Jay Lavoe]
Everyday I’m looking for a way to improve
I used to be upper level, now I take valet to the roof
I’m simply spraying the truth every day in booth
My rhymes are my thoughts, and I elevated my mood
I had my hatred dissipated, got creative to prove
I blow up a track like running with grenades in my shoes
Set to reach my eclipse, like taking shade in the moon
And if you never heard of this, then listen in and stay tuned
It’s a circus and I got something amazing to do
Turning clowns upside down like looking at your face in a spoon
I hate interludes, tracklist got 19 cuts
Like the bed post marking years I’ve been waiting to bloom
My umbilical was (w)rappin’, it’s straight from the womb
Sitting in the crib, spittin’, making them tunes
At fifteen, my sixteens were paying them dues
Now I work so that each verse is worth its weight in reviews
[Hook x2]
I pick out a goal, and then I set out to conceive it
Driven to be better, and you better believe it
I practice kaizen, because every time that the beat hits
Those who strive for mediocrity are destined to achieve it
[Bridge]
So now I spit that fire, rhyming creatively
This game just takes me higher, when I look at what became of me
[Hook x4]
I pick out a goal, and then I set out to conceive it
Driven to be better, and you better believe it
I practice kaizen, because every time that the beat hits
Those who strive for mediocrity are destined to achieve it
