Mystery is Barney Artist’s third single from his forthcoming EP #BAEP which is out in October. Directed by Gerald Boye and produced by Alfa Mist.

Lyrics

Verse1
Homes (holmes) its elementary I’m primary in secondary thoughts
Close your eyes jump on this wave and see this brothers sure (shore)
Lyrics I create paints a canvas with colours
The colours ain’t even prominent but still abundant for sure
You don’t know me? I’m Barney with a capital B (be)
Myself and ensure (insure) that I’m admiral
Wealth in my health I thank God for my attitude
Free’d all of my thinking and gave me my latitude
With that said I’m dying to break bread
Faith is the currency was something my mum said
Spend it in three secs
Without thinking twice
Once again
I’m left back like I’m up in defence
My speech sends a deep sense of regret
With these men who seem set on repping these… ends
They’re liar liars ’bout weapons they can’t acquire
They say they’re fire but the only heat they have in their hand is a blowdryers
Driest bars I keep on hearing ’em
Creative rappers go Houdini start disappearing
Finding them is harder than meeting (meat in) a vegetarian
I cut kids out like I performed a cesarean
All you baby rappers that just wanna ball
Or the fruity ones that want us to stall
Alfa Mist and Barney Artist
The combo is so retarded
Leaving rappers in a box after seeing doctors, The Tardis

Chorus
It’s the rap, rap, rap
I’m flowing only promoting all the fact, fact, facts
All the fact, fact, facts
I hope you’re promoting knowing all my rap, rap, raps x2

Verse 2
The vibe that I be spitting
Whilst handling what I’m gripping
Acrobatics with latin coz languages I be flipping
Static when I be sitting
Hold ransom like I’m with the Gibson.. Mel
Inhale,
Shopping like retail
Topman stop scams with fraudulent details
I’m stopping to speak well
whilst topping my details
Intel processor with less of a keen spell
I’m Underground like a sewer
21 without a gun but tongue is a ruger
I spit till my pupils dilate
Probably think my white mate robs bars coz hes Nick from a Brewer
It’s truer than anything measuring yeah I’m close to my ruler
I’m spitting like veterans yeah I’m close to a trooper
The dexterity element of my Speeching impediment
Means I’m hands on when I enter the booth coz I’m Clued up

Chorus
It’s the rap, rap, rap
I’m flowing only promoting all the fact, fact, facts
All the fact, fact, facts
I hope you’re promoting knowing all my rap, rap, raps x2

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