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Now who you leave the scene
than canvas's by Jackson Pollock
Throwing multicolored at a rapid pace
I make a mess you it and make sense of it
Then get back to me at earliest convenience
Check my sequence as I texturize these tracks
Seven to be exact eliminate the whack
a firm brush stroke I mc paintily
Lyricists crumbling from my scumbling technique
As I tweak your audio and keep my drips minimal messages subliminal
me and rap go way back we compliment
So we enhance one another that's common sense
intensity catches the eye your jaw drops
Be a real not explicit with false props
I my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough
With my churascurro spark and a knife
Now watch me the spot like ? minus the heroin
And make my popular like Andy did to Marilyn
Its kinda scary when real art gets left
they take bullshit and start sellin it to blind folks
But I remain humble as long as ? continues spinnin hot
On his twin twelve-hundred color of steel
Fuck mass art is art only the real can truly feel it
So open your and listen
Combine your 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 paintbrush and a
A or a beat
CD or LP
Anything goes when my ink pen
And God only knows its gonna bring me next
So I'm to like paint rhymes and spit kaleidoscopes with one eye closed
And I suppose if you chose the path I chose
You know the cycle ass ho don't
It goes inspiration and productivity then a sense of self worth and in steps
Like back and and forth and back
Should I a picture or record a track
A gift or a curse I know I'm still undecided
But over the years found 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 your money back this time
And tell Bob Ross for all the happy little
And tell my momma that her baby boy is doing just
Although hes running out of patience but his is free
And tell my pops that I'll pay his back sometime
And that his son is two steps away from he needs to be