调：F# minor•
Verse 1
F#m
Now who you know leave the scene
messier than canvases
Mike Jackson throwing multi-colored thoughts
thoughts at a rabbit pace out(?)
make a mess you dissect
it and make sense of it
lyrics just be crumbling from my
stumbling technique
keep my drips minimal
messages subliminal
we copliment so together
that common sense
be a real critic
not explicit with false props
I keep my darks deep
my lights bright
inspiration sparked in the night
minus the heroin
and make my face popular
like Andy did to Marylin
when will(?) art is left behind
while they take bulshit and start
selling it to blind folks
???? continues spinning hot shit
on the twin twelve hundred
fuck Master ??? art is art
only the real can truly feel it
combine your ears with vision
or do it cause you love it
or for the cash
that's your decision x5
a canvas or a beat
G#m
F#m
anything goes when ink pen flows
and God only knows where
A
F#m
G#m
F#m
so I'm inclined to like paint rhymes
with one eye closed
the path that I chose
you know the cycle
A
F#m
G#m
F#m
it goes inspiration then productivity
then a sense of self worth
should I paint a picture of
????????
but over the years I've found
A
F#m
an d those that lack the passion I have,
but my mamma made me this way,
until they loose their limitations
your money this time
although he's running out of patients
his money back sometime
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