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Now who you know the scene
than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a pace
I make a you dissect it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I texturize these
Seven layers to be exact the whack
With a firm stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal subliminal
Cause me and rap go way we compliment
So together we enhance one that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye your jaw
Be a critic not explicit with false props
I my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro inspiration and a knife
Now me rock the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left
While they take bullshit and start it to blind folks
But I humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred color of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art the real can truly feel it
So your eyes and listen
your ears with vision
Or do it you love it
Or for cash that's your
your decision
That's your

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