[Intro: Tumi]
In defense of my art, I'd rather be Tony Allen than Quest Love
In defense of my art, my target is more Charles Dickens than D’Banj
In defense of my art, being broke ain't an option unless you talking stocks
In defense of my art, running my own race, not checking on your marks
What's up? In defense of my art, I am Nat Nakasa’s Harlem renaissance (What?)
In defense of my art, you don't know what I'm talking about, just bounce

[Hook: Reason & Ziyon]
In defense of my art
In defense of my art

People always talk when you shine your light
All I know is stars never work to shine bright
All right

In defense of my art
In defense of my art

People hate and love what they can't be
I'll never lose sleep just 'cause they ain't me
Nah!

[Verse 2: Tumi]
Fresh out the gate, I was writing for a living
Bill wasn't laid, got my jobs from the lyrics
And I spit it like I had an apple stuck in my Adam’s apple
Even ?? has’ em jumping out windows
Had' em trippin’ over us for the vision
No Charles but I tried to fly pass city limits
Silly critics say I'm AC DC
But they ain't seeing me, I'm ANC and Run DMC
We still ?? too, been like world leases
Bin Laden been plan blow up the world team
Back when Hansie was shaving off runs
T was making crowds uncomfy with the smart shit
You can hear crickets from how they didn’t feel it
No matter how you spin it, I had mad em sixes
Kill a pimp from the fucks I wasn't giving
I tell' em you should listen, shut up and bounce with it

[Hook: Reason & Ziyon]
In defense of my art
In defense of my art
People always talk when you shine your light
All I know is stars never work to shine bright
All right

In defense of my art
In defense of my art

People hate and love what they can't be
I'll never lose sleep just 'cause they ain't me

[Verse 3: Tumi]
Fresh out the gate, I was live from the Bassline
They didn't take it to it, classics take time
I found my lane out in Scandinavia
Now we stay in white hoods like hate crime
Fuck being famous, I want paper, but more greatness
I'm here tryna make God, not maker
They say it's weird I don't sound like Mavis
But I'm not Cambridge neither a painted zebra, a coconut, I'm Joseph Sambi one
Who wanna claim Jesus? I make genius
Photos of me with the Polo on, clean cut
GQ with an IQ, I think yep
I give you life through haikus that mean much
Go seek mine on iTunes, no free lunch
Tell' em if they ask you why, shut up your lips, bounce
[Bridge: Reason]
Don't even try get it, if it's way over your head, then it's fine just forget it and just bounce
From the ground to the ceiling, in fact throw' em up if you aroused by the feeling (just bounce)
We ain't even gon' beef, if you ain't about that life but I hope you don't sleep (it's that bounce)
‘Til the drum roll ripping, 808s banging like oh madabeeshes

[Hook: Reason & Ziyon]
In defense of my art
In defense of my art

People always talk when you shine your light
All I know is stars never work to shine bright
All right

In defense of my art
In defense of my art

People hate and love what they can't be
I'll never lose sleep just 'cause they ain't me