Versifyer - Art Or The Artist Lyrics

Am I the art or the artist?
Am I the show or the crowd?
Cause when I'm trying my hardest
It feels like letting you down
Am I the man or the music?
Am I making a sound?
Because I feel like I'm silent
When I'm wearing a crown

Am I the art or the artist
Am I a masterpiece
Or am I just a man
Who's learned to master beats
If I'm the art then the artist
Came to craft a beast
If I'm the artist my art's
About to stack the green come on

Am I the art or the artist I've got the heart of the hardest
Spit flawless live lawless break down other lip farces
This one is big spark a spliff on em skip modest
Let everyone know on the microphone who this God is
I don't even know if I'm the master or the masterpiece
With Pearl Jams don't know if I'm the boxer or the bag
What I know is how it feels when you're within' disaster's reach
And how much it can hurt when your whole heart is in the craft
Got a car that's full of napkins that I butcher with my pen
But every single stroke is how I push though my defense
The pen is just the brush I use the napkins are the canvas
Notebooks scattered everywhere that Versifyer's hand is
I try my damnedest...and put my heart in it...
Said it once before-pain is how you get your art written
Part fighter part victim-hit em with that dark venom
Symbiotic heart rhythm bring it back the bars written

Am I the art or the artist?
Am I the show or the crowd?
Cause when I'm trying my hardest
It feels like letting you down
Am I the man or the music?
Am I making a sound?
Because I feel like I'm silent
When I'm wearing a crown

Am I the art or the artist
Am I a masterpiece
Or am I just a man
Who's learned to master beats
If I'm the art then the artist
Came to craft a beast
If I'm the artist my art's
About to stack the green come on

Which one really matters cause aside from the name
You love us for our music not our rises to fame
The art's what really matters we just ridin' its wings
We benefit cause we're the ones who write it and sing
And I'm delighted to bring it I spit-shine it I breathe and begin
Crafting out the structure of it like it's an evil intent
Like camping with the devil I get grimey and people begin'
To wonder if a made a deal to climb in so clean with a pen
Paint is dripping straight of out the microphone and headphones
Multicolored images I paint for you with words
Pain is passion-ain't one laughin-now I'm spittin deaf tones
That reach across the world like there's a hole in the earth
Guess I was molded at birth-to grab ahold of the first
Mic I saw and rock it-like I know I deserve
Green up in the pocket-yo the flow is absurd
First show was ten thousand clappin' open your purse

So what's my role really-am I holding a paint brush?
Or am I the paint brush? One that you can't touch
What's my canvas really? The beat or the crowd man?
Cause once I get momentum I'll be king of the soundscan

Am I the art or the artist?
Am I the show or the crowd?
Cause when I'm trying my hardest
It feels like letting you down
Am I the man or the music?
Am I making a sound?
Because I feel like I'm silent
When I'm wearing a crown

Am I the art or the artist
Am I a masterpiece
Or am I just a man
Who's learned to master beats
If I'm the art then the artist
Came to craft a beast
If I'm the artist my art's
About to stack the green come on