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Now who you know the scene
than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing thoughts at a rapid pace
I make a mess you it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at your convenience
Check my sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven to be exact eliminate the whack
With a firm stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists begin from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your and visual keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we one another that's common sense
High intensity catches the eye jaw drops
Be a real not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep my bright I'm very thorough
With my inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my face popular like Andy did to
Its kinda when real art gets left behind
While take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred wheels of steel
Fuck mass art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your and listen
Combine your ears with
Or do it cause you it
Or for cash that's your
your decision
That's your

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