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Now who you know the scene
Messier than canvas's by Jackson
multicolored thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you dissect it and sense of it
Then get to me at your earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these
Seven to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc
Lyricists begin crumbling my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my minimal messages subliminal
Cause me and rap go way we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's sense
High intensity the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit false props
I keep my deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me the spot like ? minus the heroin
And my face popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets behind
While they take and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twelve-hundred color wheels of steel
Fuck appeal art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your and listen
your ears with vision
Or do it cause you it
Or for cash that's decision
That's your
That's your

Its like I'm torn between two
A and a microphone
A canvas or a
CD or LP
Anything when my ink pen flows
And God knows where its gonna bring me next
So I'm inclined to like paint rhymes and kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the that I chose
You know the ass ho don't front
It inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps depression
Like back and and forth and back
I paint a picture or record a track
A gift or a I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the years found clever ways to hide it
And those that lack the passion I may despise it
But my momma made me way I thank her everyday
So tell them kids to keep outside the lines
Until they they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers you want your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little
And tell my momma that her boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his mind is
And tell my pops that I'll pay his money sometime
And that his son is two steps away from where he to be