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Now who you know leave the
Messier than canvas's by Pollock
Throwing multicolored thoughts at a pace
I make a mess you it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at earliest convenience
Check my verbal sequence as I these tracks
Seven layers to be exact the whack
With a firm brush stroke I mc
Lyricists crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and visual keep my drips minimal subliminal
me and rap go way back we compliment
So together we enhance one another that's common
High catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real critic not explicit with props
I keep my deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife
Now watch me the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda when real art gets left behind
While they bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain as long as ? continues spinnin hot shit
On his twin twelve-hundred wheels of steel
Fuck mass appeal art is art only the real can feel it
So your eyes and listen
your ears with vision
Or do it cause you it
Or for cash your decision
That's decision
That's your

Its like I'm torn 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 like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye
And I suppose if you chose the path that I
You know the ass ho don't front
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps
Like back and and forth and back
I paint a picture or record a track
A or a curse I don't know I'm still undecided
But over the I've found clever ways to hide it
And that lack the passion I have may despise it
But my momma made me this way I her everyday
So tell them kids to keep outside the lines
Until lose they limitations and they minds is free
Tell them teachers that you want your money this time
And tell Bob for all the happy little trees
And tell my that her baby boy is doing just fine
Although hes running out of patience but his is free
And tell my that I'll pay his money back sometime
And that his son is two steps from where he needs to be